A Pony Called Rock Part VII (Conclusion)

The grooms came in on Saturday morning they changed the harness on the slaves who were racing that day including the saddle, this saddle had a phallic shape jutting up from the centre of it, then they scrubbed them clean. The grooms led Rock, Joe and the others out to the paddock, the grooms lead them round the paddock just as if they really were racehorses.

“Right! Ladies and gentleman the ponies will run eight races the ponies that win will have no fear of what will happen to the losers,” the crowd laughed they knew well what would happen to losers. “You will notice that ten of these ponies are intact stallions. The other ten have had their cocks removed, two of them have had their balls taken inside them and lodged next to their prostates. The first race is for the cockless ponies,” the grooms led Rock, Joe and the other cockless slaves into the centre where Rock saw that naked and very pregnant girls waited, one of them swung up onto the saddle moaning with pleasure as the phallus went up into their sexholes, Rock squealed as they thrust their feet into the stirrups. The girls urged them out onto the track by judicious use of the whips they held handlers thrust them into the stalls, Rock knew that he had better start running the instant the front doors opened. The starter looked to see that all was ready when it was he pushed a button and the stalls opened Rock and Joe got off to a good start, their riders whipping them constantly they ran at full speed round the track, Rock took first and Joe second. The next race was for the intact stallions and it alternated between stallions and cockless slaves for the rest of the day. At the end of the day Rock had eight wins and Joe eight seconds.

The grooms tethered the winners facing the losers. A groom took each loser to a podium where they fastened them spread out between two uprights. The surgeon gripped the losers’ cock and balls or their balls if they didn’t have their cocks, he severed them from their bodies and a groom applied a heated iron to the wounds, the geldings bellowed their pain. Now the surgeon removed their fingers right at the base close to the palm, then he did the same to their feet removing their toes again the hot iron seared the wounds closed the ponies screaming in terror and the crowd laughing at them. “Those losers are useless as breeders they’ll go for retraining as dogs, they’ll end up sewn into pelts with false claws, they’re voice boxes removed and their jaws and ears reshaped. For the information of our winning ponies, when you go on to breed you have two seasons to produce foals when you’re gelded after that you too will be trained as dogs except you will be given something extra.” Grooms led the ponies back to the racing barn, Rock looked around at the empty stalls.

“Looking for the losers they’ve gone to the dog barn,” Rock ate the mash then bent over the manger as the groom whipped him for not trying hard enough even though he had won his races, he screamed with each lash, he screamed even louder when the grooms raped him knowing they were alternating between him and Walkabout at the end cum leaked from their holes. The grooms left them as they cried themselves to sleep.

The next day the grooms fed them then took them to a room that contained a lit brazier, the grooms bound them over two A-frames so tightly that they couldn’t move a muscle. The man in the room smiled. “I pay a great deal to Peter Robinson to be able to this to his slaves. I can’t tell you how arousing the smell of burning flesh is and the screams it induces in the slaves. You realise you have to be branded all the other slaves are, like you they were branded the day after their first race. Of course if you had lost you’d be minus other things,” Rock’s tried to yell no through his gag but it came out more like the squeal of frightened pony, the grooms laughed. The man lifted the branding iron from the brazier, when applied it would leave Robinson’s triple A brand, he let Rock feel the heat as he slowly touched it to Rock’s right ass cheek, Rock screamed in anguished pain as the brand burned deep into his flesh, then it was touched to his left ass cheek and Rock squealed in terror. The grooms threw some antibiotic powder into the wounds and some black colouring powder as well. Rock registered that Joe was screaming now as the man had touched another branding iron to his ass cheeks. Then the man rubbed lubricant into their cracks and holes and on his own cock, Rock guessed and tried to pull at his bonds to no avail. The man thrust into him and took him brutally followed by the two grooms and repeated the whole thing with Joe. The grooms led them back to the racing barn.

“It’ll be a couple of days before your wounds are healed so relax and remember it’s a rest day tomorrow anyway if you can call it a rest day,” the grooms left them tethered and sobbing. Throughout the day grooms took other ponies out to entertain clients and to train, they brought them back at night sobbing in their suffering. Robinson came in that night he rubbed a finger of Rock’s brands.

“You run well, so does Walkabout, next year you start breeding if at the end of this season you have won all your races, if not dog training starts.” Rock hung his head he sighed through his gag. Robinson pulled some sugar lumps out and held them to his mouth making him lap them from his hand like the pony he had become. Rock knew that this must look like he’d accepted his slavery and that he was showing his submission to Robinson but he hadn’t, had he? “His mane’s growing well,” Robinson said has he stroked Rock’s black hair, “have it brushed every day. When he races I want it shining with health, the same with Walkabout when his mane gets to this stage,” Robinson had Joe lap some sugar from his hand too, Joe died inside again knowing that like Rock he would be a slave for the rest of his life. “Next Saturday single gig races and double gig races and they’d better win the double gig races.” Robinson left with the grooms and they settled down to sleep sobbing as the straw rubbed their wounds. The next day they stood in their stalls their asses giggling with the water inside them just praying for the next day to dawn and for the water to be removed.

Then when the grooms did allow them to piss and shit the water out they sighed audibly in relief the grooms led them out and harnessed them to the single gigs driving them out to the track. The grooms urged them to run faster and faster again whipping them for not trying, which Rock resented as he knew he had tried hard. On the Friday they introduced them to the racing gig, his had the usual shafts which clipped to rings on his wrist cuffs but a centre shaft with a phallus at the end which penetrated Rock’s rearhole despite the tail, Rock squealed unable to prevent them he had to stand and accept the discomfort. He heard Joe scream as his groom harnessed him to his gig. Then they took them out on the track and made them run again and again they whipped them for not trying. Sobbing Rock and Joe pulled the gigs back to the racing barn, the grooms freed them from the gigs and took them inside tethering them to rest for the next day.

Saturday came and they pulled gigs to the track where again the cockless and intact races alternated throughout the day and again Rock won all his races with Joe behind him in second. Rock guessed that in week’s time they would be pulling the double gig. He wasn’t wrong and like the single racing gigs the double racing gig and phallus poles entering them as the grooms yoked them together and again the races alternated, Rock and Joe winning all the time. This went on for the rest of the year after the last race on the last day of the year the grooms took them both to the dog barn what he saw shocked Rock in narrow small kennels knelt a man sewn into dog skins Rock wondered how Robinson got the skins, he would soon find out. Robinson stood watching them. “You have no cocks so this is where you end up only intact winning ponies get to breed future racing ponies when we’ve altered you I’ll allow you to see them. You can mourn losing those things again.”

A handler chained each of them down to a table and removed their gags and masks Rock stared in disbelieve as he saw them take the mask off he couldn’t believe it as he saw Joe lying there. The surgeon stepped forward he looked at Rock and laughed as he cut into Rock he removed Rock’s testicles then he produced something strange. “The womb of a bitch a real bitch,” Rock cried out struggling against his bonds it made no difference, the surgeon implanted the womb he made a vaginal opening just between his legs. The surgeon altered Rock’s voice box so that he would only be able to bark or whine, and shaped he shaped Rock’s teeth to resemble those of a dog. The surgeon removed Rock’s lower leg just below the knee from the lower leg he then took the front half of Rock’s foot and stitched it to the stump. The surgeon removed Rock’s fingers then took the top of the fingers and stitched them back to Rock’s hands the nails would be allowed to grow to resemble a dog’s claws. Finally he shaped Rock’s ears into points and the handler stitched the German Shepherd pelt round Rock’s body. Now the surgeon repeated the process on Joe. The handlers thrust them into kennels to heal. “Two weeks I want them mated in two weeks!” Robinson left them to get used to their new form. Rock curled up and cried himself to sleep.

Handlers brought food in Rock hadn’t eaten much they’d never been fed before a race so he was hungry, he whined and tried to stand which caused the handlers to laugh as the kennel’s height would force him to remain on all fours, Rock bent his head and lapped at the food, he grimaced it was dog food. “There, there, good dog Rock-a-bye.” The handler moved on and fed Joe.

The handlers took them for walkies every day making them crawl after them and run around chasing balls, chewing rubber bones and other dog toys. Very rarely the handlers gave them real bones to chew on, they had to hold them down like real dogs if they dared to grip them in their hands the handlers whipped them unmercifully they had to carry them in their mouths. The handlers also gave them injections of dog oestrogen and they began to grow breasts the length of their torsos. Then two weeks after their alteration handlers brought in two male German Shepherds they smeared substance over Rock and Joe’s new sexholes designed to simulate bitches in heat, the two real dogs went wild each dog sniffed his human bitch then came the pain of the mating as the dogs thrust their members into them eventually the dogs climaxed sending their dog seed down into the human bitches womb. The handlers took the dogs away and locked Rock and Joe back in their kennels they curled up crying wondering what would happen to them.

The handlers checked them now every day noting how round their bellies were getting, they used ultra sound Rock couldn’t see the monitor if he had he’d have noticed the puppies and howled in frustraton. The handler petted him and put him back in his kennel, then they scanned Joe too. Nine weeks from the day of mating Rock felt such pain he thought he was dying, he looked between his legs at the seat of the pain and saw the puppy coming out of his sexhole, he howled the place down bringing the handlers to laugh and ease each of the ten puppies out of him, Rock sobbed as the puppies started sucking on his teats. “There, there, good girl Rock-a-bye, clever girl.” The handlers left him to get used to the idea of motherhood. Rock couldn’t help it he did love his puppies, he licked them clean. He heard Joe howl then and knew that he too was whelping his puppies. Robinson came in he laughed as he watched the puppies then stroked Rock’s head, then one of the puppies Rock bit at him growling.

“There, there girl don’t worry,” he laughed. “She’s a real protective bitch, isn’t she,” the handlers nodded. All this was quite normal to them had they been left male they’d have been quite impossible to handle, having puppies quietened human bitches so the change from male to female was for them a good thing. Rock knew that for him this was the end he would be kept for years as dog breeding machine. Human dogs could be kept as breeders for much longer than real dogs so years and years of breeding stretched ahead of him when these puppies were weaned he’d be mated again and again until he died of utter exhaustion.

The End

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