The next morning, i was roused at an ungodly time. Mistress had long ago stopped getting me to cook for her, due to my complete lack of skill or improvement. And there she was with some toast and orange juice, which i ate while she put on her clothes. After a bit of relaxation, i was on the lead again. The chilly morning air brought my nipples proudly erect, as she took me out to the yard. She led me around the clearing showing me the old farm things, until we arrived at the barn. Looking at the old weatherbeaten wood, i realized that it was a lot stronger than it looked. The ceiling seemed to stretch away forever, and the hay loft was quite high overhead. i soon found myself locked into a high walled stall filled with hay, while she went over and milked the two cows. I settled down in the hay. Before long, Mistress came in and gave me a pill, which i promptly swallowed at her command.

It took me a while before i woke to a dull pain in my arms and legs. i opened my eyes to see my Mistress right in front of me. Before i could say anything, she looked at me and whispered, "I want you to trust me, use your safe word if you must, but for the rest of our time here your name is strawberry, and you're my pony."

i gasped at this and looked down, seeing what was causing the pain in my extremities...

Mistress said "Yes my pet, these are special boots and gloves and yes I knocked you out to put them on. Strapping them on is quite painful and i wanted to spare you that. Now look at them."

i did so, seeing the pale blond pony legs that seemed to sprout from my own. i could see why they hurt, as the tops were so tight they seemed to meld with my skin. i couldn't move my elbow in the normal way, and my wrist was completely immobile. From what i could feel, my palms were flat on a hard heavy surface. i soon found out that this was because they had real horseshoes on the underside. Looking down at my legs, i saw similiar things on my feet. They were positioned so that there was no way i'd be able to stand normally, but obviously at the perfect angle for me to stand on my tiptoes and on my hands - well i guess they were now my front hooves. i could see no way that i could get them off, and couldn't even puzzle out how they were put on. i looked up at Her, no doubt with wide shocked eyes.

She smiled, "Yes my little pony, I don't want to sugar coat this. You'll be spending the entire week as a pony. You'll sleep in this stall, you'll eat pony food, you'll wear pony clothes. I've also decided to give you a choice. In a minute I will ask you 'yes or no, do you want to continue with this?' I will also ask every morning 'yes or no'. If you say 'yes', you must complete every task I set to you until the next time I ask. Should you rebel, I will return both of us to the city and never see you again. But should you say 'no' when I ask, we will return immediately to the city, and you will never again come to the farm, but I will keep you for when I'm in town. I know this is a bit tough, but I hope you trust me when I say I think you'll enjoy this. We'll get you completely ready before I ask you the first time though, so you can see what you will be. Now stand up!"

Mistress then leaned over to help me to my hooves. My first sensation of really being on all fours was a problem of balance. She straightened my shoulders and lowered my ass, as much as she could without knocking me over, so that my posture was a bit more traditional. She patiently led me as i took a few awkward steps, slowly learning how to shift my balance and move two legs at the same time. She laughed at my Bambi-like walking and said that i'd be running and jumping in no time. It kind of scared me, to be honest.

Once i could take more than five steps without falling over too far, Mistress opened the stall and led me down the center of the barn. My stall, i now noticed, said "strawberry" on the front. It was at the very back of the barn, next to the small door which led to the cow pasture where the two jerseys were no doubt enjoying the sun. In the stall next to mine was the old cart horse Jake. i could see his large shaggy head looking over the door at us. On the other side of the barn was the equipment storage and the stairs to the loft. Next after Jake was the pony Sundance, who i could barely see through the slats.

It took a while to move unsteadily on my four new hooves past all of this, but gradually we arrived at the front. She led me outside and tied me to the door before heading back in. i was left to wonder what a person driving down the road into the yard would think when they saw a naked slave girl with pony legs tied to the door.

Mistress always gives me an enema and a douche when we are to be together for a few days, as she enjoys a fresh slave, but the one i received this day was very thorough. She explained to me that the legs were watertight and i shouldn't worry about getting them wet. Once the enema was in, she plugged my bum to retain the water. She began to sponger bathe me as i stood on all fours, using delightfully warm water and a big soapy horse sponge. As much as i enjoyed the attention though, the pressure in my bottom was forcing another urge on me, and i whispered to Mistress, "i have to pee" - for some reason still expecting to be taken inside.

She smiled and said "go ahead."

i guess it didn't quite sink in because she reached over and pulled out the buttplug, letting the dirty water squirt out of me,

"You won't know how to hold yourself yet, so you might as well before i rinse you down, strawberry. You're an animal now. If you have to pee, pee. Do it pony, you'll feel worse if you save it for later and you end up wearing urine all day."

At that, i knew i was beat, and i relaxed, letting it go onto the side of my leg where it trickled to the ground and joined the runoff from the rest of my body.

She laughed and picked up the hose, letting it wash away the suds and soap as well as my waste. She then led me back inside to the extra large tack/general workroom. i was led, of course, through the animal door and after she tied my collar to the wall, the bottom half was slapped shut behind me. The tack room looked ordinary to a city girl like me, but i guess most of them don't have a large, if old and cracked, mirror in them.

"Now to dress you up," was all my Mistress said, before unlocking a chest and pulling out several smaller boxes.

i have very long red hair, and the first thing she did was to comb it out and back, using what i knew was a pony mane grooming brush. i heard a snip. She took out some kind of a tube, and using it glued several very small clear pieces of plastic down my neck and back. She then worked my hair into a series of clips, a few strands falling across my face but letting most it be pulled back. She snipped a little with some scissors, whispering "nothing permanent, I promise." She then worked the clips into the things stuck to my back. She moved my head back and forth, adjusting things.

When she finally pulled the reins, turning me around to face the mirror, it left me awestruck. She had threaded pony ears of the same color as my legs through my hair. What was really amazing though, was the convincing illusion of a pony-like mane down my neck. The clips were holding it and tufting it out so the it fell laterally just like a real, if very thick maned, pony.

She looked in the mirror with me, whispering "Those clips are held on with that surgical glue tv's use for breast forms, it won't come off for a week without the solvent, and you aren't getting the solvent. You'll be blindfolded for the next part. I want you to be ready before you see yourself and decide."

Over the next hour i felt her working on and around me. She brushed my entire body with what felt like a wool glove, she teased my mane a bit, she stuck something on my rump, and so many other things, that i finally lost count of it.

"Before I take this blindfold off, I want to explain things to you. First, as I already told you, 'yes or no' every morning, no other times to back out without the consequences. You need to remember that you are an animal, and I will treat you as one. No, not the animal slave pet that you were before. While you are my pony, you will be an animal in all ways. You may not talk, and you won't be able to soon anyway. You will be eating from a trough, sleeping in the hay, and working as a pony. You will go to the bathroom when and where you need to. If you need to leave some manure, stamp your front right hoof 5 times in a row while looking at it, and I'll remove your plug and let you leave it. Just remember we only muck out the stalls once a day, so don't expect to have clean hay at night if you go in your stall. You will be trained as a pony, you'll learn to run on four legs, and even jump. You'll also learn to carry me on your back like a good pony. Don't worry," she said, seeing doubt in my eyes "I'm not that heavy once your posture is right. You may not believe me now, my pet, but trust me, I once spent two months as a pony back in my sub days, doing harder work than you'll ever have to do, wearing those very same hooves. So I know you can do it too. I'll take it very easy on you the first day"

She took off the blindfold just then and let me see my new body. The first thing i noticed was that my skin was darker. The mitt she had rubbed me with had obviously included some kind of tanning oil and all of my skin now came very close to matching my ears and legs. As my gaze fell backwards across my body, i noticed the large marking on my tanned rump. It was a temporary tattoo, with the brand of her farm on it, river oaks farm. Mistress then stepped behind me and removed my buttplug, tossing it aside, and showing me a fancy new one, with a long plume of what turned out to be pony hair from sundance mixed with hair she had snipped from my head. She slipped it into me, leaving a quite convincing long tail, she then inserted a small pump into the middle and inflated the inner part, to keep it from slipping out under any circumstances. i looked into the mirror and realized that i was about as pony looking as a human girl could be.

Then came the moment of truth, She came and knelt by my head and asked with three simple words. "Yes or No"?

i took another look in the mirror, and said "yes".

She smiled and kissed me, "Those are the last words you'll say until this is done, pet. From now on, one stamp means yes, two means no. Do you understand, strawberry?"

She almost caught me with that, but i remembered in time and stamped once hard with my right front hoof. When i did that her face broke out into a huge smile. She gave me a big hug, then offered me a sugar lump, which i let melt on my tongue.

Still holding onto me, she reached behind her and pulled out a harness, which she began to buckle onto me. It went across my forehead and around my head, as well as buckling under my chin. It was made of soft padded forest green leather with silver buckles. She then inserted a bit into my mouth, a large piece of steel that kept my mouth open and attached to a long bridle that she laid on my back. i tried to get used to the foreign object in my mouth, but i could feel my mouth getting very wet. The last thing she added was a small brass circle that dangled on my forehead, it said strawberry in pretty script on the front, and River Oaks Farm on the back. With that, she declared i looked perfect and slowly led me out of the barn to my new life for the week.