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Whilst visiting the Arabian nights virtual world I felt I just had to
revisit the slave market, before I returned to the mundane real world. I
had had a hoot inside the virtual world, saving princesses, fighting
various battles and making something of a name for myself. I had been
rather arrogant on entering the world, choosing to use my own name of
John Lemure, rather than a more native sounding one. It of course
increased my notoriety.
The slave market was housed inside an enormous cavernous chamber with
the most magnificent domed roof I had ever seen. As well as being grand
in its size it was also adorned with beautiful and delicately exquisite
patterns. Consistent with Islamic practice all of these were clearly
abstract. Beneath this doomed roof the enormous room was divided into
several distinct sections. In the middle was a raised platform that
contained the auction stand. This seemed to be surrounded by a series of
separate specialist carrels.
Within each of these carrels were row upon row of little cages, most of
which seemed to be occupied. There was no doubt that the people caged
within them were clearly designated as chattel and obviously considered
too be of little more value than domestic animals and possibly in many
eyes even less. Whilst somewhat sickening I must also admit to having a
certain fascination with the place. Particularly in regard to the
bewildering array of specialty slaves on offer. These included
specialties such as dancing girls, sex slaves, personal attendant slaves
and human pony slaves, to name a few. As for animals, the better
trained, the more valuable they became, particularly if they were pretty
to start with. I also noticed that a sizeable proportion of the girls
had been circumcised and some of them clearly only recently so. Some of
those poor girls still had obviously oozing wounds and their discomfort
made me wince.
There also happened to be an section of untrained slaves, for those who
liked to either do their own training or had more modest budgets. I
gathered that this was generally full of freshly captured slaves, whose
owners simply wanted a quick sale, before too many questions were asked.
Nearly half of such slaves were unfortunate girls, caught in illegal
raids and the other half equally illegally sold as debt payment or for
some form of revenge.
I slowly wandered my way to the ponygirl part of the market. Whilst most
of the slave girls were given the status of beasts, these girls were
literally treated as beasts. They were trained housed and behaved just
like real ponies and consequently had a strange fascination. In the
ponygirl section the girls were all dressed in amazing tack, some had
additional magical modifications and sported real tails, hoofs and a
fine layer of downy fur.
Whether modified or not, they had all been carefully trained to consider
themselves beasts and behaved accordingly. At the very least their tack
consisted of a bridle, harness and arm binder, and if they didn't have
modified feet, strange looking pony boots. It was clearly a popular
fetish in the Arabian Nights world and the girls were a frequent and
popular form of transport around the city, pulling small buggies either
singularly or more commonly as pairs.
Whilst I was admiring some of the modified ponygirls, one of the pony
trainers came up to me, smiling pleasantly. "Sir, are you interested in
a ponygirl or two, they make wonderful transport animals?"
I smiled back and shook my head. "Probably not at this stage, as I don't
have any stables in my harem, but of course it would be wonderful to own
such a pretty beast."
He nodded his head, obviously disappointed in not getting a potential
sale, but then brightened up again. "Well sir, would you like to try out
some ponygirls for possible future interest when you do have some
stables of your own?"
I laughed and shook my head, enjoying the man's persistence. "Sure why
not, it's a lovely day to go for a ride in the country."
He grinned back. "So sir, which of my ponies do you find most
appealing?"
I looked around the cages, admiring the pretty beasts, which came in a
magnificent array of colourings. I shook my head again and quipped,
"Hmm, it is hard to say, but I do find your ginger ponies particularly
appealing."
He smiled at that. "You have good taste sir, please follow me and I will
show you my most magnificent ginger beasts."
As he walked me out to the slave market stables, he grinned back at me
smarmily and pointed towards a small buggy, already hitched up to two
rather pretty fillies. Both had magical modifications and a lovely soft
orange, down with bright red fiery manes, tails and pussy bushes. They
were such exquisitely beautiful beasts that they set my heart racing. I
grinned, noting both wore the metal panties that were used as chastity
belts in this world.
He saw my gaze and laughed. "Need to protect my beasts, they tempt many
a man and I do wish to sell them as virgins." He then gave me a feral
grin. "Would you like to get in their panties sir?"
I grinned back at him, laughing loudly before responding, "Hmm almost
worth buying them just for that."
I was also amazed to see that they actually seem to look like identical
twins, making them a most magnificent pair. Consequently, as I got into
one of the buggy seats, asked, "So are those girls twins?"
As he got into the seat next to me he grinned back. "No, not real twins,
but we have found special ways to make our fillies identical when
required, as many Masters seem to like sets of identical beasts to pull
their buggies. These two are a particularly nice set and so far my
wife's crowning alchemerical achievement. I have had so many offers made
on these beasts, I could have retired a very wealthy man times over, but
I am somewhat fond of this pair, so they are not for sale. Naturally we
plan to make more of them, once we obtain suitable stock."
I nodded my head in approval. "Yes they are a beautiful pair and I
wouldn't mind getting into the knickers of one of those new ones when
they are ready."
He laughed at that. "Oh well, anything is possible and I will naturally
try and take you up on that. So I gather you approve of our methods?"
As he picked up his buggy whip I nodded back. "Hmm, your approach makes
senses, doesn't it. Identical sets of pretty beasts do make a lovely
show and manufacturing beasts to a formula does reduce quality control
problems too."
He hit both of his beasts lightly and the buggy started moving forward.
"Yes it does, it also reduces problems with identification, as not all
our fillies come from the most reliable and legitimate sources, and
given ponygirls are on such public display, the transformation of the
beasts is a great way to avoid embarrassing situations with outraged
relatives."
I laughed at that. "Yes, most slaves are kept conveniently looked
indoors out of sight of grieving relatives, whereas yours are very much
on public display."
He whipped his fillies again, this time with more force, and the buggy
picked up speed. As we pulled clear of the market grounds, heading up a
road towards the open countryside, he gave their pretty bottoms another
flick, to urge them on to greater efforts.
I watched as the girls pulled the buggy surprisingly fast and with
little obvious effort. The two were clearly a very fit well-trained set
and the synchronisation of their movements was a delight to see. I leant
back enjoying the ride. "So tell me sir, how long does it take to train
girls to that level of perfection?"
He gave an appreciative smile. "Oh many months sir, these two have had
nearly a years training behind them, they are almost perfect beasts and
will fetch a very good price, if I ever choose to sell them at auction.
Would you like to learn something of their training?"
I nodded my head vigorously. "Oh yes, it would be fascinating to see how
their training is conducted. Does the transformation affect their
minds?"
He gave me an unfathomable look and directs the fillies homeward. "Not
at all, aside from heightening certain senses and making certain herd
behaviours more instinctual. To change their minds by magic would
destroy all the fun of training. To transform a person's self-perception
from that of human to beast without magic takes much skill and patience,
but is highly rewarding. I promise sir, that the only modifications
these pretty beasts have had is physical, all the behavioural changes
are from the whip and over clever training. My wife and I have broken
the most stubborn spirits."
I raised my eyebrows. "So you don't think there isn't a girl you can't
break in?"
He nodded his head emphatically. "Yes in fact I don't believe there is a
person I couldn't break. In fact, the more resistant the better, my wife
and I just love challenges."
He paused for a moment making sure I was listening and added with a
rather chilling voice, "In fact John, the more stubborn and resistant
the person, the more satisfaction both my wife and I receive when we
finally succeed in breaking the ponygirls spirit to make her a well
behaved beast. Consequently I particularly like transforming people of
former high status. Some of my fillies have been princesses and others
of other rather high rank and status."
I gave him a confused look from his use of my name. "Do we know each
other?"
He gave me a feral grin. "No sir, but your formidable reputation goes
before you, and I was rather pleased when you walked into my part of the
market. It is an honour to meet one such as yourself, John Lemure, and I
do hope to get to know you much better."
I felt rather chaffed by the compliment and totally missed the subtle
threat. "Why thank you sir, so can you tell me your name, I feel at
something of a disadvantage here."
He just smiled and doesn't say a word. I then asked him again, but he
just shook his head as he pulled the buggy reins, apparently
concentrating too much to answer. As he turned into the stable and
pulled the two fillies to a quick stop he pointed to the pretty woman
waving at us, sidetracking me from my earlier question. "Oh, that's my
wife, she will be even more pleased to see you than I was."
We both stepped out of the buggy and went up to the woman, who seemed to
be carrying a tray of drinks. The proprietor of the stable smiled at her
and said, "Dear, this is our lucky day as guess who I have with me, none
other than the famous John Lemure."
She put down the tray and clapped her hands with obvious delight, then
hugged her husband. "Oh how wonderful, you are such a thoughtful
husband. I could see form a distance that you were bringing me someone,
but I never expected it to be such an important personage."
She then turned to me with what looked strangely like a predatory grin.
"Oh John, I do hope we have plenty of time to get really well
acquainted."
I sighed. "Alas lady my time is rather limited and I only have time for
a quick tour of your wonderful establishment."
She smiled. "Oh you never know, you might get so tied up in our training
methods that you stay a lot longer than you intended. Would you like a
drink?"
I nodded my head. "Yes, thanks."
The proprietor, much to my chagrin, then chose to inform his wife. "John
said of all the ponies I had for sale these two were his favourite. He
even said he wouldn't mind getting inside the steel panties of a copy of
one of them."
She giggled at that and gave her husband a knowing wink before turning
back to me. "Hmm, in that case I better give you some of my special
blend of fruit juice which I created in honour of that beautiful pair."
She then carefully picked through the glasses she had and finally hold a
rather colourful concoction out to me. "Hmm here it is, as you can see
it has a fiery red layer on top of orange juice, just like those lovely
fillies."
I took the glass and sniffed it. "So um lady, what is in it?"
She proudly smiled back at me. "Oh strawberry and orange juice and lots
of special secret ingredients, which you don't really expect me to tell
you."
I took a cautionary first sip and smiled back at her. "Hmm not bad at
all."
She grinned approvingly. "I'm glad you like it sir, and if you are
really good and drink it all up I think I can make your wish come true
and let you into the steel panties of one just like this beautiful
pair."
I shook my head, thinking what a strange lady. She however ignored that
and simply smiled again. "Please follow me John and I'll give you a tour
of our grand establishment."
She lead me past various stalls that are full of fillies and I saw that
all of them are at least partially transformed. She proudly showed me a
filly just like the pair that had brought me out to the stables. "See
John, we have made another filly just like your favourite pair, but she
is rather lonely and needs a companion filly."
I lightly patted the filly on the head saying, "There there dear, so
sorry to see you so lonely."
She whinnied softly at that and the lady gives me an approving look.
"I'm glad you like her, she is a very sweet filly." She then gave me a
lewd look. "Maybe later you can um get much closer to her."
I kept sipping the strange drink as the tour continued, trying to work
out its strange combination of flavours. She then showed me an empty
stall so I could see the accommodation that the stables provided the
fillies. It looked very similar to a conventional pony stall, what with
straw on the floor, a tying post and tack neatly set out on the wall,
waiting for an occupant. The main difference was the steel barred door
used to look its occupant in. That looked much more like a prison cell
door.
She then showed me the tack room and the attached special breeding room.
The latter had a strange wall with a hole for the filly's head, so that
she is unable to see whom or even what is breeding with her, or
otherwise being done to her. Adjoining this was a small laboratory,
where the farms secrets potions were produced. Seeing my obvious
interest she declared, "Maybe if we have the time I will let you see how
we do a transformation."
After that she took me to see the training rings and then finally some
of the outside paddocks.
By that stage I had finished the strange drink and was starting to feel
a little woozy and out of sorts. This drew a concerned look from my
guide and a query, "Are you alright John, you look like you need to lie
down for awhile?"
I nodned my head in the affirmative and let her led me to a comfortable
couch inside the main house. I stretched out on it, feeling very odd and
strangely uncomfortable in my clothes. She saw my distress and kindly
undoes some of the buttons of my shirt. Shortly after that I lost
consciousness, my last sight being a rather gleeful and triumphant grin
from my former tour guide.
When I woke up I had the most dreadful headache imaginable and my whole
body felt terribly out of sorts. My tour guide was sitting there,
watching me with a grin like a Cheshire cat. Obviously she had kept a
vigil whilst I had been out to it. I groaned, trying to adjust my
position so I could sit up again.
"Hello John, how are you feeling?"
"Dreadful," I answered honestly, my voice strangely high pitched. I
coughed trying to clear it.
She giggled at my obvious consternation. "Oh well, hopefully that
problem with your voice will pass quickly, maybe you should try and
stand up John."
I took her advise and nearly feel flat on my face, my feet didn't seem
at all right. She caught me and gently lowered me to the ground laughing
at her own private joke.
I then pushed myself half upright and noticed a strange unfamiliar
weight on my chest. At that moment some bright red hair fell over my
face and I gave out a shriek of outrage, "What have you done to me?"
She cackled loudly. "Isn't that obvious John Lemure, or should I say
John La Mare now."
To confirm her horrid words I looked down at my feet and sure enough I
now had obvious hooves, I also had cute pony ears and a tail bulging in
the seat of my pants. My chest also sported two rather large breasts. In
horror my hand went to feel for my penis and instead found a rather wet
pussy within my trousers.
In outrage I shouted, "You crazy bitch, you can't turn someone like me
into a ponygirl and get away with it."
"Ah but John, we have and we will."
She then hit me with the riding crop and demanded, "Get up beast, as we
need to more suitably attire you."
I shook my head. "Do you think I'm crazy, I'm not going to let you dress
me in that horse stuff you put on those girls."
She cracked the riding crop across my breasts, causing me to wince from
the considerable pain. She then matter of factly called out to her
husband, "Dear, she's being difficult, can some of the guys drag her to
the breeding wall, to facilitate her kitting out."
A look of horror crossed my face as I tried to get up and run away. Alas
I found it rather difficult to balance on my recently transformed feet
and nearly fall over twice before reaching the door. Consequently I
didn't get very far before four giant stable hands jumped on me and
dragged me cussing and kicking out to the stables.
In spite my best effort I soon found my head locked into the breeding
wall and found any further struggle rather ineffective and pointless.
She came around to my face end and smiled at me. "Well dear, that didn't
get you far. In fact all you have done is piss me off. For being such a
naughty filly your bottom is going to be whacked 15 times with my riding
crop."
She nodded to the stable hands and orderd, "Now lads rip all her clothes
off."
Whilst I struggled helpless to prevent my clothes being shredded behind
me, she walks closer and held my chin. "Now filly, you are going to
learn to behave properly, whether you like it or not. After your bottom
has been whacked you will be properly kitted out and there is nothing
you can do about it."
After she let all that sink in she said, "Now sweetie, every time I
whack you I want you to thank me by saying loudly, 'Thank you Mistress
for whacking this filly's bottom.' I want to hear that 15 times and will
keep whacking your bottom until I hear that."
She then walked behind me and whacked my bottom relatively lightly, to
which I responded, "You must be mad if you think I'm going to do that."
She then whacked my naked bottom a little harder, forcing me to wince; I
still refused to call her Mistress, let alone say the rest.
This continued, with the strokes getting progressively harder,
eventually she started to draw blood. So between gritted teeth I was
eventually forced to say, "Alright, alright you crazy bitch I'll say
it."
She then sweetly smiled at me. "Let me hear it then sweetie."
Gulping and swallowing my pride I splutter out, "Thank you Mistress for
whacking this filly's bottom."
She grinned. "Good girl, now you only have to say it 14 more times."
At the end of those 14 extra strokes my poor bottom was extremely sore
and I was feeling very woeful and inadequate.
She then came back and smiled to my face once again holding my chin.
"Good filly, you have just learnt your first lesson in obedience. After
you have been kitted up I will teach you some more lessons."
She laughed softly. "Ok dear, let's get you kitted out now, first I will
give you one of those steel panties you seemed so keen to get into."
Rubbing her hands with glee she went to the bench and picked up a
sinister looking steel chastity belt. She flashed this in my face before
disappearing from sight behind the wall. Out of sight of me she walked
up behind me and carefully fitted the belt around my feminised and
narrowed waist, before cruelly pulling the t-section between my legs. I
nervously hear a second soft click as it locked behind me. The cruel
metal of the belt cuts deeply into my nether regions. She cackled again
as the lock tumblers fell. "I always keep my promises filly and that
belt was recently worn by one of your favourite fillies. Mind you, I
don't expect you thought you would get into her panties in this
fashion."
She lightly tapped the steel of the belt. "Like your new panties dear?"
"This is insane, it is illegal to turn a man into a woman, let alone a
filly, and you wont get away with this. I only have to tell one person
and all the authorities will come down on you like a tonne of bricks."
She laughed at that. "First you aren't going to be able to tell a soul
once you are kitted out and two the transformation is permanent as far
as I know, so telling someone isn't going to do you any good as you
would still be a ponygirl and a rather obvious one at that."
Her comments left me feeling somewhat crestfallen. She giggled at my
long face and decided to add salt to the wound. "And dear, whilst most
of our fillies were once women, we have already done this to more than a
dozen important men and so far the only consequence to us has been a
rather nice profit. From both the auction and those who wanted them to
disappear and you, dear John, have many enemies, many of whom would
dearly love to acquire you as a well trained filly."
She then picked up a harness and carefully fitted it over my body; mind
you all I could notice was the feel of leather and metal against my skin
and the sound of various buckles being tightened.
She then approached me with a leather glove for my two arms. After
lightly guiding my hands into the opening she gently slid the leather
arm binder glove other my hands and then my wrists. With more force she
pulled the glove up as far as it will go and then laced it rather
tightly, forcing my arms painfully together and completely immobilising
them. She then giggled, "Hmm nice and comfy?"
She then came around and faced me again, grinning amicably. "Well dear,
it's time for your collar now. I've selected a nice stable one, that
will let everyone knows who owns you, just in case you do manage to run
away."
She casually walked up to me with the sinister looking steel collar,
which she ominously locked around my throat with a loud click. I knew my
fate was sealed as those horrid tumblers were heard to drop into place.
She then immobilised my legs and body, so the tattooer could do his job
and grabbed a chair to sit in front of me. "Now dear, I could have had
you branded like an old fashioned beast, but a training establishment
tattoo is so more appealing to the eye. Very soon your left thigh will
display all the pretty colours of our stable, won't that be nice?"
I shook my head. "Um not really."
She sighed, looking exasperated. "But filly, it is important that people
know who owns a filly and where they were trained. From your example in
the future many more may want fillies trained at our stable."
Sarcastically I retorted, "Hmm, that makes all the difference."
She then picked up a bridle. "Ok filly, any last pearls of wisdom?"
I shook my head again, thinking that anything I had to say would make no
difference to her. In my silence she pulled the bridle over my head,
tightened it around my face and forces the bit between my lips. I then
tried to speak and were not surprised that the only sounds that left my
lips are guttural beast like sounds.
She grinned at my efforts to try to talk. "Yes, silly beasts do not
speak and nor most likely will you ever again."
She once again looked me in the eye. "Now whilst your thigh is being
made all pretty, I have to think up some new name for you, obviously
John no longer will do. Let me think, now what would be a good name for
a filly with such a pretty red mane and tail? Hmm how about 'Firefly' or
'Fiery Princess'?"
She giggled loudly, watching my face closely. "Hmm definitely the
latter, given your associations with princess. I'll get it added to your
tattoo and special bronze plaque made up for your stall."
She then sat and watched me, obviously gloating about the new toy in her
possession. "You know Fiery Princess, I am going to have so much fun
breaking you in and making you just one extra beast in my stables.
Initially you will naturally hate me, but after you give in and become a
happy dumb beast you will find you love your Mistress."
After the tattoo was finished I was released from the breeding wall and
taken by a lead connected to my bridle to a nearby wall mirror. "There
we go Fiery Princess, look at your new persona, aren't you just a
gorgeous filly?"
To my horror the reflection that shone back at me was a perfect replica
of those other fillies I had so admired earlier. It was only then that
the full reality of my situation sunk in. "Now filly, one day you will
be just as good as those other two and bring your owners and trainers a
rich reward at the auctions."
She lightly slapped my bottom to break the spell of the reflection.
"Breaking someone in like you will be a wonderful joy to me and I'm
almost wet thinking about it."
She then led me to my stall and new home, pulling carefully on the
leads. A chain was connected from my collar to the stable post and a
food bag was put over my face so I could munch on the rather unsavoury
cereal mix they feed the poor ponies here. She then put a couple of
steel bracelets on each ankle and connected a small chain between them,
effectively hobbling me. She then lightly patted my head and said,
"Sleep well filly, your training commences tomorrow and I want you in
your best condition."
Not much later the stables descended into darkness and I was left to
complate this dreadful change in circumstances. How had I gone from a
famous well-recognised hero to a filly in an obscure stable in the space
of an afternoon? If my arms were not bound so tightly I would have tried
to pinch myself, because this had to be some nightmare. Worse still how
was I supposed to get to my portal on time, chained up as I was.
I wondered how I could escape, given the great precautions they seemed
to make against that very act. I looked carefully at my current
restraints, restricting my speech and arms, the chain from my collar and
the hobbling chain. I would somehow need to overcome those and then get
to the portal as a naked filly without being recaptured. I knew however
that no place or situation was escape proof, so I just had to identify
the weakness in their system, but unfortunately very soon.
I fell asleep, contemplating my options, hoping something would come to
me in my sleep.
Alas the next morning I awoke none the wiser and feeling rather stiff
and sore, my arms ached from being bound so tight, as did my jaw from
having that horrid bit forced into it.
I did not have long to contemplate my discomfort however, as my Mistress
soon appeared, a pleasant smile on her. "Well, well, sweet Fiery
Princess, it's nice to see you decided to hang around." Then she added
after a soft laugh, "Clearly your presence still here means you must
love being my pony."
The logic of that conclusion however somewhat escaped me as she
carefully removed the hobble chain and led me outside by reins she
freshly attached to my bridle. Whilst it was nice to be away from the
stall I wasn't looking forward to what would happen next, a growing
sense of apprehension formed in the pit of my stomach.
She paused for a moment then gave me a feral grin. "All our filly just
love it here, not one has ever complained or run away. You clearly are
no different." She then giggled, "I know you perhaps still harbour
thoughts of freedom, but let me emphasise that no one before you has
managed to obtain that."
She then softly said as she hit my flank lightly with a crop, "Now my
pretty filly, today we begin your training."
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