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Broodmare By Stefanie Flowers Ohhh...Ahhh...Ohh... I muffle into my bit as unseen hands massage and lubricate my vagina. Bent over a breeding trestle I am being prepared to mate with a pedigree stallion. I am held in position bent over a padded wooden trestle with my head almost touching the floor. One end of a leash is clipped onto my nose ring while the other end has been tightly tied to a ring bolt in the floor. My legs are anchored wide apart being tied to each end of the trestle. My sight is filled by a pair of large dangling breasts that are partially obscured behind a long golden mane of hair. The bonds are so tight that my bottom is raised over the padded trestle perfectly positioning me to facilitate easy access to my sex. I am so excited that my tail swishes from side to side in anticipation of what is to come. Just a few minutes earlier the stable manager had entered my stall startling me from equine musings by a hard slap on my right rear buttock. As trained, my body assumed an alert pose ready to do my master's bidding. I snorted in reply to the rude awakening and his unexpected visit. At this time of day I was usually left alone in the stall to doze peacefully. I always felt somewhat alarmed when my daily routine was broken. My whole day was usually metered out by a mind numbing routine unless, of course, it was a racing day. He had removed my harness and chastity piercing leaving me dressed in only a halter and belled nipple piercings. Using a hose with a brush attached to its end he began to scrub me down with hot sudsy water. It was heavenly! I responded unashamedly to the feel of the brush as it scrubbed the sensitive parts of my body. Then sadly my arousal at his ministrations was brutally interrupted by the icy cold water that he used to rinse me off. I shivered from the cold and unknown. Something was definitely up. The stable manager never saw to washing down pony girls himself. It was usually done by one of the stable hands. I was now wide awake and feeling frisky. It was so refreshing to be cleaned and vigorously rubbed down. I was literally chomping at my bit for I knew that I would soon to be taken out of my stall. A little bit of excitement to spice up my day. "Good news, Tinkerbelle," said the stable manager as he grabbed hold of my halter pulling my head towards him. He fed some pieces of apple into my mouth as a treat. "From now on your days of racing are over. Today you start a new existence. Yes you lucky girl, from now on you'll be entertaining lots of male suitors," he laughed. "Of course, you'll be expected to work just as hard," he continued to jest. I was to become a brood mare! A few short minutes of sexual pleasure followed by months of carrying and then birthing a foal. I knew that it would be repeated over and over again until I was incapable of doing so. How many foals could I carry before being deemed useless and too old to birth a foal. I was only thirty five and if it wasn't for this accursed situation I would be home running my family's multi-billion dollar business. Now all that I can hope for is being put out to pasture! Unfortunately, that was usually just a euphemism for something else; a politically correct term so as not to disturb the most sensitive of citizens in our society. Keeping a useless hag for sentimental reasons was a waste of good money. I did not hold much hope for a pleasant end to my days. It was probably the knackers yard for me and yes, the saddest ignominy of all, a bolt to my head and sale as dog food. It's strange how life turns out. Who would ever have thought I'd end up in this strange position, not even considered a human being. To society I was just an animal approaching the end of my usefulness. My life had started out so full of privilege and promise. How had all of this come to be? Born into a prominent and wealthy family my destiny should have been very different. My parents had had a difficult time conceiving so when I came I was the answer to their prayers. A male heir was just what my father wanted. I was the newborn son to a tough nosed businessman and a very beautiful ex-model. I was proudly named James Dowling Jr. and literally started life with a silver spoon in my mouth. I may have been the answer to their prayers but during my early years I rarely saw my parents. They left my upbringing to nannies and my education to private tutors. I was more of a prize possession than a real son. Being so isolated I rarely interacted with children of my own age. Fearing kidnappers I was constantly protected by bodyguards. Being waited on hand and foot by servants left me believing in my own importance. And I was important. My parents expected me to marry into nobility and eventually take over the reins of daddy's multi-billion dollar empire. On reaching my teens I was sent off to fathers old boarding school. I had no social skills to help me make friends and be accepted as one of the group. No, instead I learnt how to bully and lie. Many a time the teachers bought my claims of innocence. I would convincingly blame some other stupid kid for my transgressions. He would, of course, be held to account so, of course, I had no friends except those few with a similar nature as to me. My parents doted on their only son and ignored such early signs of a problem child. Maybe they did not see my behavior as a problem. In fact. I think that my father secretly liked me having such a hard selfish streak. It would serve me well when I took over the family business. Before I knew it I was eighteen and off to college. Being handsome and wealthy, it was easy seducing the seemingly endless supply of attractive college girls. I never forced myself on them but got what I wanted by hinting at marriage into a prominent, wealthy family. It wasn't my fault if they didn't take precautions and got pregnant. The stupid bitches were trying to entrap me! Of course marriage was out of the question. They weren't good enough for me. To my mind they were opportunists and deserved whatever they got. My motto was deny everything. Most of the time it worked but every once in a while I was caught out. Sometimes irate parents called my bluff and used DNA to prove my sexual culpability. Even then I paid no price, for the sex was always consensual and my parents would pay off the paternity suits. After all, it was only money and they wanted me to marry a woman of the nobility. Father made a big endowment to the university so that not only were my sexual escapades kept quiet but I got a business degree too. He wasn't happy that I had wasted my time playing around causing trouble for four years. He now expected me to apply myself and get an MBS. Obviously my parents still had a lot to learn about me. That simply was just not going to happen. I saw no point in working when I already had everything anyone could possibly want. Free of college, I was looking for something exciting to jump start my coming of age. Some friends (all wealthy spoilt brats like me) had heard of this world called Imperium where women were essentially treated as slaves; a place where I could indulge in my proclivities without going to jail. I could even buy my own harem if I wished to do so. It seemed too good to be true. Imperium's government was based on something similar to the old Roman Empire of Earth's early history. Owning real live human beings was legal. My parents were none too happy when I told them of my plans to go there, but I managed to convince them that I just needed to sow a few wild oats for a year or two. Then I would settle down and do whatever they wanted me to do. Of course, I had no intentions of doing so. They warned me that it was a harsh, uncivilized place where I could easily get into trouble. Should I get into serious difficulties, it was too far away for their influence to rescue me. I ignored their warnings as the desperate efforts of smothering parents. Money spoke everywhere and, thanks to my doting parents, I had plenty of that. No, I just knew that I would enjoy Imperium. My few friends and I had no success in persuading our female acquaintances, or indeed any women, to join us on the trip. They had all heard horror stories of how women are treated on Imperium and wisely decided to stay on Earth. While annoying, that was only a temporary setback and not a disaster for us. We too had heard tales of Imperium and knew about Ancilla, female slave girls. We had booked passage on a space cruiser registered to Imperium. That meant it would have Ancilla on board. We would just have to pay for female companionship and pleasure instead of getting it for free. After boarding and settling into our cabins we went exploring to see what the ship had to offer in the way of entertainment for our voyage. I was astonished to see so many unaccompanied single Earth women. Imperium was an unlikely destination for them. Even men's wives did not willingly go there. After introducing ourselves and talking to a few of them, we realized why. They were all penniless and had signed up with the cruise line to work passage to an intermediate stop over world on route to Imperium. They were taking an opportunity to find a worthwhile future. To me something seemed very amiss here. They were all too beautiful to believe that the cruise company had not used that as the main criteria for selecting them. And, what work could they possibly do that an Ancilla would not do willingly for free? Of course, it did not take long for these females to realize the error of their ways. There were no paying jobs on board for everything was staffed by Ancilla. Not even whoring was a paying job. The contracts forbade promiscuity and begging from the passengers. The only way for them to stay alive was borrow from the cruise line to pay for food. They soon found themselves being arrested and sold to pay off their debts. It was a wonderful scam run by the cruise line company. Non of the women would be disembarking at the intermediate stop over world. No one on Earth would miss them. They would all be sold for a tidy profit as Ancilla. It was a perfect set up for there was high demand on Imperium for beautiful girls from Earth. My friends and I took full advantage of the situation and enthusiastically took part in the bidding process. The girls stood naked, in a state of shock, on the auction block unable to comprehend that they were for sale to the highest bidder. I bought three of them as a start to forming my own harem. Still in dazed state of shock they were tattooed with a registration number and then branded as property. That was just for starters as next they discovered what Ancilla training involved. I had fucked other women before but this was somehow different. I owned them body and soul. They were my property and I could whip, fuck or kill them as I pleased. It was even more pleasing to me that the girls were from Earth for they had never experienced being Ancilla before. It was a new high for me. Of course, I didn't kill any of them for they were far too valuable to damage. Fucking, yes. But whipping, now whipping was a major turn on. The whips were designed to hurt but not damage. I used them at the slightest excuse, even for the most minor of transgressions. The girls soon learnt to fear me and promptly obey all of commands no matter how degrading they might be. After landing on Imperium I immediately sought out a real estate agent and bought a sprawling complex on the outskirts of Rome. It had all the modern amenities plus something I had not anticipated, stables for housing pony girls. No sooner had I seen a pony-girl for the first time than I fell in love with the idea of having my own. I hired a stable manager to help me select, train and look after my ponies. Soon the stables were stocked with only the best available girls, most of them from Earth. Before long I was enjoying the thrill of controlling a paired set of superbly trained ponies as they pulled my carriage around the local park for a daily constitutional. This was the place to be seen if you were to be accepted into Imperium society. It was so exhilarating feeling the power in my hands as I used the reins to signal turns or changes in gait. They may have once been free willed and vocal woman but now, introduced to pony discipline, they were silent and fully responsive to my commands. I didn't know how true it was but I had been told that, once a pony girl, always a pony girl. Was that because of the training or the law? I hadn't bothered to find out because I certainly was never going to release them. I so loved the look of total dejection in their eyes as their lips were tattooed with the pony-girl licensing number and their thighs were branded as my pony-girls. Some took quickly to the harness and bit while others fought it all the way. I particularly enjoyed the ones that fought their fate, especially when the rectum tubes and tails were installed. This, more than anything, seemed to crush resistance and resign them to their fate. Yes, on Earth I would be considered a sadistic monster but here on Imperium it was just everyday life; it was an idyllic existence for me. The nobility seemed reluctant to welcome upstarts from Earth but money spoke everywhere. We went from party to party, sometimes buttering up the nobles, other times being crass enough to make fun of them. As rich foreigners we felt protected; not subject to the rules of Imperium society even though we took advantage of those rules to satisfy our own pleasures. It was all going so well. I was having so much fun with no end in sight. Then, when I least expected it, the fickle whim of fate turned against me. I didn't know how but my funds had somehow dried up. First my credit was refused and then I started to receive demands for payment of bills. I thought it was some stupid bureaucratic mix up easily sorted by a call to the bank. Then I discovered that my predicament was all too real. A call from a lawyer on Earth told me that my parents had died in a fatal plane accident. Not in itself terribly disturbing but the fools had not left a will or contingency to keep me funded while the legalities were all sorted out. They had died intestate so, of course, the courts had seized all of the family assets until claims of inheritance could be validated. There were plenty of distant relatives that would seek to gain advantage by my absence from Earth. My strongest opponent would be good old Uncle Pete. He was much like me and considered the black sheep of the family. We were so similar that I sometimes wondered if he wasn't my real father. I had no time to lose and had to get home straight away. I asked the lawyer to start work immediately. He said he would be happy to take me on as a client but a down payment for services was needed to make it official. Until then he could not truly legally represent me. Currently short of cash I just lied to him and said my payment was on it's way. Being off world, he might think the money would take some time to arrive on Earth. In truth, I had no ready money; none for him and none for my immediate debts here on Imperium. I would have to pay off my creditors just to be able to leave for Earth. At first I thought it a trivial problem. I would sell off my residence, my harem of Ancilla and all of my beautiful pony girls. Oh how that would hurt but the proceeds should cover everything, my lawyer, even my trip home. How wrong I was. My creditors had already taken legal action to freeze all local assets. The stupid thing was, they would have gotten their money if I could just sell my property but now the courts controlled everything. Everyone here knew that the courts were corrupt. I would see nothing left after everything was liquidated and my local debts paid off. The judge would see to that. This society had no tolerance for debtors and I was now penniless. Those I had thought of as my friends rapidly disowned me ignoring all my pleas for help. I was left to face my financial dilemma alone. Just a small temporary loan from them and I would have been able to release my assets for sale. Everyone would have easily been paid off. Now I was desperate to leave Imperium before being arrested as a debtor. I checked out all fellow travelers from Earth hoping that one of them would take pity on me. Not much luck there until I met someone whose needs somewhat meshed with mine. He was returning to Earth on a pre-paid trip for he and his wife. The problem was that he too had racked up a lot of debt and had sold his wife into servitude to avoid his own demise. That I could understand. He knew the harsh realities of this world and did what was necessary to protect himself. Unfortunately his wife was the one with the money back on Earth. She had protected herself with legal instructions shutting off access to her money should she not return home from Imperium. I felt his pain but failed to see how we could help each other. "If you come as my wife, your trip is already prepaid and I retain access to her money," said Alfred. "But, obviously I'm not a woman and could never pass as one. Even if I could, I wouldn't look anything like her," I replied. "Yes, but I have this friend who might fund surgery to make you look somewhat like my wife. It's something of a hobby for him, making men look like women. It wouldn't be cheap but you could pay him back when you get to Earth." I wasn't keen on looking like a women, much less pretending to be one. He could see the look of doubt on my face and quickly chirped in "It would just be superficial stuff, easily reversed on Earth if you have the money. You did say that you are wealthy on Earth?" "Yes, of course," I replied, "but I'm not undergoing any surgery. All I need is to be disguised as a woman." I knew that I wouldn't have immediate access to my rightful fortune but he didn't need to know that. And so I went to see his friend, who turned out to be one of the nobility that had a reputation for feminizing and enslaving his enemies. Worse, I had not only scorned but also embarrassed his family. For a brief time I had had a dalliance with Dana, his niece, but quickly dumped her when talk of marriage began. Senator Drusus was all business. He seemed to hold no grudge against me but drove a hard bargain. He would fund my disguise into looking like Alfred's wife for 1% of my family wealth. Not a lot you might think, but my inheritance was huge, far more than the cost of a superficial disguise. However, I was not in a position to argue and agreed to his terms. I awoke looking like a completely different person. I was still me but had cleverly been disguised to look like a woman. My testicles had been tucked inside me and I wore a she-male chastity belt to hide my residual maleness. I had female curves, bust, waist and butt; all clever prosthetics to make me look feminine. My face had undergone very minor changes giving me a more feminine appearance. Everything would be easily reversed on Earth without the need for surgery. Alfred placed his wife's Ancilla collar around my neck and I was given her identifying tattoo on my butt. I was assured that all would be easily removed but they were needed now for me to pass through customs onto the space cruiser. It was just a few days before Alfred and I were due to depart. I had been wearing female clothes for almost a week now. I was made-up and dressed to complete my appearance as his wife. It felt really weird being dressed as a woman. The make-up and dress were disquieting enough, but the feel of a thong in my butt and a bra supporting realistic looking boobs was to say the least very disturbing. Wearing stockings and high heels did not help any either. Still, I did my best to project a nonchalant appearance and set out for the space port arm in arm with my supposed husband. At first everything went well through customs. My Ancilla collar was removed and the tattooed bar code on my butt was scanned. It satisfyingly beeped in approval and I thought that we were through the security check point when I was pulled aside by security. A DNA scan had indicated my identity to be false. I was not the real wife of Alfred. Surprisingly, Alfred was allowed to board but I was kept to ascertain my true identity. Now, for all practical appearance a woman, I was in serious trouble. My gender would soon be found out and at best I would be considered a cross dresser. Imperium was completely intolerant of transgender or homosexual people. They would waste no time in having me 'healed' and sold into permanent slavery as an Ancilla. I felt very fortunate at the time that Senator Drusus came heroically to my rescue. In hindsight I should have been more suspicious of his motives. I had never heard of customs doing DNA checks and wondered why I had been singled out for such treatment. Only barcode scans were used on women for on Imperium they were considered little more than property. Somehow, the authorities had been warned of our scam. With just a little thought on my part I would have realized that Drusus was the most likely candidate for my betrayal. However, I was panicked and scared of what would now become of me. That's when Drusus came to my recue. He seemed very sincere in his wishes to help me. Being a powerful senator he had a lot of sway with the authorities. He could ensure my release into his custody as a woman but I would have to maintain that facade while living in his household for a while. He would house, dress and feed me, pay off my debts and even provide a lawyer to pursue my inheritance on Earth. In return all I had to do was to refund him when my claim had been settled by the courts back on Earth and, of course, give him ten percent of my inheritance. It was a bitter pill to swallow but under the circumstance seemed fair. Then came the curve ball. To hide as a woman in his household he wanted me to become his Ancilla. I wasn't born stupid and immediately saw the pitfalls of his offer. I refused arguing that if he owned me I could never be sure of being set free and what's worse, he would be legally entitled to claim all of my inheritance. He denied any such intentions but I stood my ground. "Well, I see that there's no fooling you. There is a different option to consider but it is more involved and could be somewhat embarrassing for both of us. We would have to trust each other." I was shocked by what he proposed to me. "You could become my legal partner. As such we would have a legally binding contract between us; a sort of prenuptial agreement detailing each others responsibilities and our commitments to each other." That seemed a much better way to proceed but now he now wanted 50% of my inheritance to do it. It was daylight robbery but what choice did I have. At least I would be safe from being sold into slavery as a Ancilla. I was confident that my inheritance claim would be upheld but I was concerned about becoming his partner. On Imperium, that meant something entirely different than on Earth. Here, the women of noble birth escaped slavery by entering into a partnership contract. Essentially, this was a form of marriage used only by the nobility. It lasted only as long as the terms of the contract and was typically done for breeding purposes. But both he and I were male so I did not see how it could work. "What do you mean by partnership?" I asked warily. "I'm not homosexually inclined and won't accept that kind of behavior." I was bluffing for I had no real alternative. It was either marry him, for that was what partnership really meant, or be sold into permanent slavery as an Ancilla. Of course he knew that and was having fun toying with me. "Oh, no need to be concerned," he said laughing jovially. "I know you off worlders get screwy ideas about the nobility and our society. Yes, I have she-male Ancilla and so you think that I must be gay. Nothing could be further from the truth. They are just enemies that I've brought to heel and publically humiliated by feminizing them. No, there will be no homosexual behavior between us. Everything will be strictly above board but to save my family embarrassment, you will be need to be mentored on how to behave properly as my partner." "I won't accept any surgery to pass myself of as a women," I insisted. "No need, and you can have those awful prosthetics removed too," he said. I wouldn't even have to disguise myself as a woman. This was too good to be true. All I had to do was live with him for a while as his legal partner. No sex would be involved and once my legal claim came through I could pay him off and terminate the contract. What could possibly go wrong? "OK, I'll do it," I said with as much bravado as I could muster. We both signed the prenuptial contract. I was a little bit uneasy as I could not read the Latin and had to rely on Drusus to translate the lengthy document to me. When we divorced neither would have any claim as to the others money or assets. The contract term was for life or until either party decided to terminate it. So as not to embarrass him or his family I agreed to undergo training in how to behave as his partner and always present myself appropriately. Was he being truthful about all of the details? They didn't seem unreasonable. I hoped that there wouldn't be any nasty surprises after having committed myself. Before the actual 'wedding' or partnership ceremony there were the legal requirements to meet, one of which required a complete physical exam. He had to prove the viability of his seed while I had to prove my capability to have children. I didn't know how I could pass that barrier but Drusus said not to worry, everything had been taken care of. I assumed he meant that the appropriate people had been bribed to turn a blind eye to my obvious maleness. The Doctor was going to give me a thorough examination. I was told to strip naked and stand on this small circular platform. "Don't alarmed and stand very still," he ordered me. I didn't know what to expect. I heard a whirring noise as a transparent tube came down from the ceiling to enclose my whole body. I thought it might be some kind of examination machine like an MRI. Then I got really scared as the tube began to fill with liquid. Soon I was banging with my fists on the tube as I became totally submerged in the fluid. I coughed as it entered my lungs and then passed out thinking that this was the end of me. I would surely be drowned. Surprisingly I awoke. I thought that I had died but no, here I was in a strange room. The bed in which I lay was canopied by a froth of pink silk and white lace while the bed sheets were made of a silvery satin. My body looked and felt female. I was dressed in a satin nightgown that slid effortlessly over the sheets as I moved to sit up in bed. I had very ample bosoms filling the delicate cups of my nightgown. I felt an emptiness down in my crotch and used my fingers to explore the strange void where my testicles and penis used to reside. Of course, I now had a vaginal slit and a very sensitive one at that for the touch of my fingers caused me to gasp in pleasure. This could not be. Had I truly been transformed into a real woman? My partner to be, Drusus, was sitting at my bedside. "How are you Lilly?" "Lilly," I exclaimed. "Who's Lilly and what have you done to me. We agreed to no surgery," I complained to him. "Nothing that you did not agree to my dear," he replied smoothly as if everything was quite normal. "On Imperium, partnerships are only allowed between people of the opposite sex. I know how you abhor homosexuality, so you will truly become my wife in the literal sense. When I said there would be no homosexual acts between us I truly meant it. Both legally and physically you are now a woman." "You tricked me! I didn't agree to this. You agreed that there would be no surgery. Turn me back into a man," I demanded. "I didn't trick you. The consequences of the contract are plainly obvious. You can return to being a man as soon as you meet your financial obligations to me. Just realize that you'll also need a lot of money to transition back. You've undergone a sophisticated non surgical procedure where all of your Y chromosomes have been destroyed. It's experimental but the Doctor says that theoretically, he can reverse the procedure with saved Y chromosomes. It has never been done before and will cost a lot of money, but soon you should have plenty of that." I calmed myself down. I had foolishly entrapped myself but this hadn't really changed the overall plan. I sighed in exasperation and said "OK, you have me for now, but as soon as my money comes through, I'm gone." "Of course you are my dear," he agreed amiably. "Lilly, please say hallo to Pussy and Vaginia, two of my most trusted household slaves. I've assigned them to be your hand maidens. They'll spend the next two weeks teaching you how to dress and behave as a lady of nobility. Then, when you are ready, we'll go through the official partnership ceremony." "Domina, we are here to help you get up ready for the day," said Pussy. Both Ancilla were gorgeous sexy looking women. Both were scantily clad and as a man I would have been excited. But I was now female and felt nothing stir in my groin. Had becoming a genetic woman deprived me of my lust for the female body? They ran a hot bath for me and scrubbed me down all over. Aromatic oils were rubbed into my skin and I smelt of feminine flowery fragrances. I felt very soft and feminine. My lingerie was waiting for me spread out on top of the bed. It looked skimpy and oh so sexy. A coordinated ensemble of pink satin bra, thong and garter belt. I felt so naked and exposed that I struggled with deciding what to put on first. That was solved by Vaginia who held out the thong which I rushed to step into. It was a strange feeling having the narrow strip of cloth pulled up tightly between the crease in my buttocks. The thong barely covered my vaginal slit and was semi transparent at the crotch. Then came the bra. It too was very skimpy consisting of only a tiny shelf on which to settle my well endowed boobs. Vaginia helped to manipulate them into a comfortable position with my erect nipples immodestly displayed in front of me. Thank god Drusus had left the room. This was truly embarrassing and so overwhelming. My female hormones were kicking into high gear for I sat down and cried tears of self pity. I was so preoccupied that I didn't notice Pussy come up behind me to drape a corset around my waist. "I don't want to wear a corset," I said in alarm. "But Domina must," she argued. "All ladies of nobility wear a corset everyday. It ensures proper posture and helps control against excessive eating." My new body had a perfect hourglass shape and didn't look as if it was in need of lacing but, as I found out over the next few weeks, I had no say in how I was dressed. Soon I was tight laced into the corset and barely able to breath. Next to go on were silk stockings and high heels. Unable to bend at the waist, my handmaidens took care of slipping me into these items of apparel, hooking the stocking tops to the garter belt and buckling my shoes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was truly a sight to behold. Today there had been no need for me to be made-up as that had been taken care of before I awoke. I had long eyelashes and arched eyebrows. My face was a masterpiece of applied mascara and eye shadow. Glossy heart shaped lips pouted at me as I practiced making female expressions in the mirror. It was a good thing I had handmaidens to dress me for I sported ridiculously long talons on my fingers. Dangerous enough to poke my eyes out if I was not careful. All that was needed before dressing me was a quick brush of my long golden tresses of hair. I pleaded for some pants to wear but was told in no uncertain terms that ladies on Imperium did not wear such vulgar items of clothing. Finally, after giving up my desires as a lost cause, I was dressed in layers of silk and taffeta that were laced tightly onto me. No getting out of this without some ones help, the gown floated in long billows of cloth around my legs while the top tightly encircled my waist and neck. Half an hour later, I was ready for the day, decked out in jewelry befitting a queen. Dressed so formally, I wondered what I was supposed to do next. I could only move slowly by taking mincing steps in my very high heeled shoes and hobbled legs. My handmaidens had left me alone for the rest of the morning telling me that in the afternoon my lessons on deportment would begin. So I set out to explore Drusus's mansion as best I could. He was obviously wealthy. It was like being a duchess in the palace of Versailles. This became immediately apparent by the way I was treated. The servants were polite and deferential but my wandering was clearly restricted to the staterooms. Every wall had a mirror that reflected glimpses of a stunningly beautiful woman looking back at me. I wasn't allowed anywhere near to the Ancilla pens and certainly not outside to the pony-girl stables. Ladies, it seemed, were not to be exposed to the realities of slave training or pony girl life. After a while of wandering aimlessly, I managed to find the family living room and was embarrassed to find Dana and her mother Delores sitting on a sofa making idle chatter about the latest fashions. They were dressed in normal street clothes making me stand out like a sore thumb. God I hoped they did not recognize me. After all my appearance had changed an awful lot. Putting on my best face I smiled at them and introduced myself as Lilly, soon to be Drusus's partner. They both broke out into peals of laughter. I felt like running from the room but stayed until they had regained their composure. "Well, Lilly, aren't you the cute one," said Dana stifling her giggles. "You seem to have adapted well to your new role. How do you like being a woman now? And to think I actually thought of marrying you." They knew. I had never felt so shamed. "Don't worry," chimed in Delores. "You'll soon get used to it. They always do." "What do you mean, they always do?" I responded. "The men that Uncle Drusus turns into she-males." "But I'm not a she-male. I'm a full genetic woman." "Well, good for you dear. Then I'm sure you'll make a wonderful wife for Drusus..." On that note, Drusus entered room. "Ah, good. I see you've made each others acquaintance," he said as if we didn't already know each other. Maybe he had not told them who I really was. Maybe they had figured it out for themselves. "Lilly, my dear," continued Drusus "It's time for your afternoon training lessons." He took my hand as a man would take a ladies and led me to the door where Pussy was waiting to collect me. Dana and Delores once again burst out into fits of giggles and laughter as they watched me taking mincing tiny steps to get out of the room. I spent the afternoon learning the intricacies of genteel behavior. How to sit, stand, and curtsy. I was introduced to long gloves that buttoned all the way up to my elbow and was taught how to use a ladies fan. I was shown how to snap it open and fan myself like a lady; how to flirt by using it to hide my lower face from male scrutiny. Then I was taught genteel table manners; which cutlery to use at a formal dinner, how to complement my hosts, how to discuss the latest ladies fashions, etc. Surprisingly I learnt nothing about the practicalities of being a woman. All of that would be taken care of by my handmaidens. They would apply my make-up, select my wardrobe, wash and dress me everyday. All I had to do was walk around looking pretty. The weeks passed and I had learnt all there was to know about being a lady and, thank God, nothing about sexual interaction. It was time to formally cement our partnership. While only a civil service, Drusus had decided to follow the traditions of a marriage on Earth. He had even brought all of my remaining relatives from Earth to participate in the ceremony. Yes, it was embarrassing, but I had been a woman for a while now and put a brave facade forward to minimize my shame. Pussy and Vaginia dressed me in a very traditional white satin bridal gown replete with long trailing skirts and a bridal veil. I was to be given away by my Uncle Pete who had this shitty grin on his face every time that he looked my way. I guess he found my situation funny. "Well I never," he exclaimed on being alone with me. "You make such a pretty damsel." I could think of nothing to say in reply, only blush at his compliment. We were taken to the ceremony by a wedding carriage pulled by a team of six matched pony-girls all having braided manes and tails intertwined with ribbons of white satin. After walking down the aisle escorted by six brides maids I stood at the head of the aisle alongside Drusus. Uncle Pete relied "I do," when asked who gave this woman away for marriage. Even though it had no legal meaning on Imperium, we exchanged rings and marriage vows presided over by a priest from Earth. It may only be a legal contract on Imperium but today I was also being married in the eyes of Earth. I had to promise to love, obey and honor Drusus in all things unto death. After a lavish wedding party, Drusus and I managed to depart for our honeymoon on Earth. At last I was going home. I could literally taste my freedom. The bad news was Drusus seemed to take our marriage seriously and wanted it consummated with no delay. I was prepared for the marriage bed by my handmaidens. Each limb tied to a corner post I was in no position to resist his advances. I wore a skimpy white brides trousseau especially selected for making love to my new husband. He was a skilled lover and took full advantage of me. Despite my resistance he knew how to tweak my sex and make me arduously capitulate to his male appendage. I never knew that sex as a woman could be so stimulating and satisfying. From that night onwards there was no need to tie me down. I was a willing sacrifice to his manhood. To please him I even learnt how to suck his dick. In truth, I had become a slut seeking the attention of my husband at the slightest of excuses. What had come over me and could I ever return to being a man now? We went to my lawyer to see what progress he had made in staking my claim to the family fortune. As expected Uncle Peter had been busy and was now seeking to discredit me. If I had still been a James Dowling Jr. I would have had no problem, but I was now Lilly, a female and the wife of Drusus. If we were to win the claim I would have to legally recognize my transgendered status. DNA analysis of my chromosomes showed me to be a true daughter of my parents. Even then it was questionable if my claim would prevail. Well, the judge split it 50/50. That is 50 for Uncle Pete and 50 for me. However, my marriage to Drusus had made me a citizen of Imperium subject to distributing inheritances according to Imperium law. Drusus got it all and, as a woman, I got nothing. It was infuriating. I had come so close to getting my money only to have been outsmarted by Drusus. Yes, absolutely nothing for me! Drusus was a stickler for contractual terms. Theoretically I had no money and could not pay for transformation back into a man. Worse, it wasn't even possible any more, for none of my Y chromosomes had been saved. I was in default of the partnership contract and could be sold into slavery to pay off my debts. However, Drusus acted all magnanimous in front of everyone by saying he would keep me on as his wife. In truth he was just protecting his huge windfall. Though outwardly, nothing had changed, everything had changed. To prevent becoming an Ancilla I had to keep Drusus very happy. He took full advantage of me finding new and exciting ways to have sex. By now, sex as a woman seemed natural to me and for the most part it was truly enjoyable. But still, it was very stressful for me. At any moment he could declare a divorce and my status would change to that of a slave. After returning to Imperium, things settled down into something of a routine. I acted as his trophy wife holding large parties and gatherings. I was the model hostess and he seemed to enjoy showing me off to everyone. One day Drusus took me along to inspect his stable of pony girls. While there he became amorous and suggested we have sex in one of the empty stalls. I was happy to oblige. It was becoming rare for him to be intimate and I feared he was tiring of me. I would do anything to keep him happy for divorce put me in a perilous position. He stood and watched me as I undressed making a show of being playful and sexy. Once my clothes were all off he said I would look super sexy in pony tack. So I let him strap and buckle a harness around me. It was very tight around my waist and had only leather straps to support my exposed breasts. Then he helped me into a regular pair of pony boots. They make one stand on tip toe but somehow manage to provide support without having any heels. I thought that we would then make love but no, he proceeded to place a halter around my head and a bit in my mouth. I didn't like where this was going but continued to play along with him. I was scared to be outfitted as a pony girl but I also found it to be very exciting and arousing. I could not wait to be fucked by him, the rougher the better. My vagina was dripping wet. After binding my hands behind me, he picked up a wicked looking whip and lead me into the indoor training area. What, no sex I thought to myself in dismay. I really needed some hot interaction right then. Instead I was given a lesson in how to be a pony. He had me circling him on a long leash. With encouragement from his long whip I found that I was soon trotting, cantering and galloping proficiently around him. By the time we finished my breathing was labored and I was sweating like a pig. Taking me back to the stall he hosed and rubbed me down like one of his farm animals. It made me sexually aroused but once again he left me sexually frustrated. My pony tack was removed without any attempt for sexual interplay. Wearing pony tack is both dangerous and exciting for it is impossible to remove it yourself. You are totally at the mercy of your handlers until the tack is removed. Despite feeling weak and disoriented from the pony training experience, I managed to dress in my normal attire, that of a noble lady on Imperium. Before long the pony girl play had become a regular monthly routine. I was so conflicted. On one hand I wanted to stop but on the other it added such spice to our relationship. Even without any sexual interaction, I found that just being dressed in pony tack and totally at his mercy was erotic and so very stimulating to my senses. By now I was quite proficient at passing as a pony girl. I responded quickly to his commands, either by rein or whip. Soon I had mastered all of the pony girl gaits. To look more like an authentic pony girl Drusus wanted me to have a tail. The most comfortable way to do that was to wear a chastity belt to which a tail could be attached. I didn't mind wearing the belt for it covered my vagina and made me feel safer. Then, when outfitted as a pony and totally at his mercy, Drusus had the vet pierce my tongue. It was humiliating for me as only pony girls have their tongue pierced. Drusus claimed it was necessary so as to anchor the bit in my mouth properly and. besides, I could then wear a sexy tongue piercing to help arouse him in our marital bed. He always had an excuse as to why the role play should be taken a step further than I wanted to go. Then, to make me a more realistic looking pony he did away with the chastity belt and used a butt plug to insert my tail. So far, all of this pony play had been done in privacy. Not even the stable boy had been around. Then, one day after having been fully tacked up as usual he said that he had a surprise for me. What now I wondered; what more could he possibly want from me? Drusus called over a stable hand to attend us. I was so embarrassed, me a noble lady outfitted as a pony girl. But, outfitted as I was, he just saw me as another pony girl. Drusus told him to load me into the trailer. Trailer? He couldn't be serious. I didn't want to be taken anywhere or seen in public like this. Blinking in the bright daylight I was encourage to disembark the trailer by a slap of the whip on my rump. Ouch! That stung. Once my eyes had adjusted I could see that I was at the public race track. As a joke Drusus said he had entered me into a race. To hide my identity he had named me Shooting Star. At least I wouldn't suffer the humiliation of being known as that noble lady who liked to race as a pony girl. Drusus had so much fun that day that going to the races soon became a part of the regular routine too. I found that for the most part I didn't mind posing as a pony-girl if it were only for the one day a month. Then, to my dismay, it became more and more frequent until it was now at least seven days a month. However, I found playing pony to be very addictive to me. I enjoyed racing the other ponies and was gaining something of a reputation as a winner. The only things I really hated was having my arms bound behind my back and not being able to speak. Drusus never told the stable hands who I actually was so they treated me exactly like any of the other ponies, whipping me into compliance and occasionally feeling me up for sexual satisfaction. Drusus, the jerk, got a big kick out of watching them do this to me. He never said a thing to protect me. Maybe it was just natural ability, or perhaps my male ancestry that made me taller than most women, but I seemed to win almost every race. I enjoyed the athletic competition and always did my best to be in the lead. I reveled in the cheers of the crowd as I crossed the finishing line first. Stupid of me for I didn't realize how that would make me into something of a star attraction at the races. Something that would make people covet me as a prize possession. I had just finished winning a race and was standing in a stall while I cooled down. I was still wearing my racing outfit with arms bound behind me and a bit in my mouth. I was impatiently waiting for the stable hand to come and see to me so I could go home and transition back into the real me. I was so looking forward to a shower and wearing normal clothes. It would have to wait until we got home for only Drusus knew of my true identity. I heard a group of men enter the stable and walk down the aisle stopping at each stall to inspect the ponies. Where was that no good stable hand? I was in no mood to be inspected and fondled by a group of strangers. He would get what's coming to him when I told Drusus of his lax behavior. "Now this one here, despite only recently becoming a racing pony, has an outstanding track record. Note her strong calf muscles," he said while running a hand up my leg and into my crotch. I tried kicking him but my legs were hobbled. How dare he touch me. Where was Drusus when I needed him. He wouldn't allow this to happen to me. "As you can see, she's feisty. That is always a good sign for potential professional racers." I was a long way from being professional but being compared to such was a compliment. I glowed with pride at his comment. The group of men discussed my merits while feeling me all over to inspect my suitability as a racer. I was still praying for Drusus to show up and get me out of there when I recognized that one of the men was Uncle Pete. He too was feeling me up. God, how embarrassing! I hope he did not recognize me. How could he. I used to be his nephew, James Dowling Jr., heir to the family fortune. Now I appeared to be just a pony girl. "Isn't she a beauty," I heard Drusus exclaim proudly as he joined the group of admirers. Thank god he had shown up, and just in time too! To my dismay, instead of rescuing me from their very intimate appraisal of me, he joined in their discussion. I was proud when he sang my praises as a example of prime pony girl flesh. However, he went too far using my body to illustrate the finer points of what to look for in a racing pony. If I didn't know better I would think he was trying to sell me. Asked if I was for sale Drusus said he hadn't any plans to do so but would consider any realistic offers. How humiliating. He must be doing that just to annoy me. I was staggered by how much they were willing to pay for me. Drusus was surprised too. I knew that I was in real trouble when he began negotiating and honing down a sale price. The bastard, he couldn't do this, I thought to myself. I'm his wife, not a real pony girl! The haggling went on for quite a while and then all of a sudden it was over. A deal was struck and cemented by handshakes and backslaps all round. A racetrack official was summoned and he completed documentation of the sale with an exchange of papers and the tattooing of a pony registration number on the inside of my lips. Still in a state of shock and denial I was then transported to a veterinary clinic where I was knocked unconscious by a shot of horse tranquilizer. I awoke standing upright in a stall supported by straps hanging from ceiling. The straps were attached by clips to rings on my shoulders. I was blinkered and could only see forwards, but I knew straight away that terrible things had been done to me. I strongly suspected and feared that I had been fully modified for a career of professional pony girl racing. Apparently all healed, I must have been unconscious for months as the modification surgery was extensive. In that time I had been transported back to Earth. Under an interplanetary agreement, it was now legal to own and race pony girls on Earth. The only stipulation was that the pony girls must originate from Imperium either by importation or as a foal birthed to a legally imported mare. Hence my rapid transition. It was ironic, for I was originally from a prominent wealthy family of Earth. Surely this was the cruelest of life's jests. Looking down I faced multiple shocks to my psyche. My feet were just gone. Yes gone! Instead I was standing on what seemed to be actual pony legs from the knees down. I had real hooves that, judging by their weight, were also shod with metal horse shoes. Worse my vision seemed weird. My eyes seemed to have changed position for I looked along what seemed to be a long, long fore-nose. I no longer had a real human nose but nostrils like a pony, which together with my mouth seemed a long way away from where once they had been. My head was buckled into a halter and my mouth was filled by a metal bit that held my tongue stationary with a piercing. I couldn't feel my arms. I panicked suspecting that they had been surgically removed. I wanted desperately to inspect my body but I was blinkered and not even able to turn my head. I cried out in frustration at being so visually restricted. When I say cried, it was more like making these weird equine animal sounds. Intellectually I knew that professional pony girls had no arms but its was hard admitting to myself that it had been done to me. There was no going back now. Without arms and hands there was no way to escape and no place to escape to. Forever more I would need stable hands to take care of me. From now on I would be required to sleep standing up held vertical by dangling ceiling chains attached to metal loops where my arms used to be. A tail was swishing from side to side behind me. Not a fake one attached to a belt but a real one that I could feel moving as a part of my body. The bastards had fully transformed me. I might still be human on the inside but externally I was a professional pony girl, more pony than human. A valuable piece of owned livestock. What Drusus had done was illegal but I was in no position to seek any redress. It's hard to complain when you actually an animal, albeit a valuable piece of livestock. I had no choice but to accept my new reality and position in life. There was no recovery from being made into a professional racing pony. It was a one way conversion. One minute I was a human being, the next I was just a piece of valuable piece of pony flesh. Well that was a long time ago. For the past five years I had been Tinkerbelle, a prize racing pony. My name came from a jest about the nipple bells that loudly tinkled wherever I went. Winning race after race, I had made my owners, including Uncle Pete, very rich. Now I was getting a bit too old to keep on racing. The signs were all there for me to see. At best I was only coming in third place and that was getting harder and harder to do. Strange, for at thirty five, James Dowling Jr. would have been at his peak, a multi billionaire with many beautiful lady hangers on just salivating to please his every wish. Most racing pony owners believed in keeping their ponies celibate. The sexual frustration caused by this was believed to give them a competitive racing edge. As with most racing mares my clitoris was pierced with a ring that continually teased my vaginal lips keeping me horny but never satisfied while I ran. I guess they were right for I won race after race. As a rare reward, I was sometimes serviced by a vibrating wand but I was never allowed to couple with a real stallion. Obviously, I was now to become a broodmare. Yes, I would enjoy being mated but that would only be every nine months or so. I had seen what happened to other racing ponies when their time had come. If they had a good record they would be in demand for breeding purposes. The offspring of such unions are valuable. Legally considered to be ponies, the foals can be molded at an early age into being livestock never knowing what it is like to be human. This was especially true on Earth. Having foals saved the expensive acquisition process of importing fully trained ponies from Imperium. My job now was to get pregnant and churn out profitable foals as fast as possible. Eventually I would become exhausted or just infertile. Then, if I was lucky, I would be put out to pasture but knowing my owners they would not want to waste good money on pleasing an old racing pony. Behind me I had could hear snorts from the stallion as he eagerly awaited mounting me. Tethered, I was in no position to fight off his amorous advances. Nor did I want to for my body craved the experience of real intercourse even if it was staged without my consent. At least I wasn't going to be artificially inseminated. The stallion mounted me and grabbed hold of my breasts. Lucky guy, he still had his arms and hands to use. Even though it was done roughly, I appreciated his massaging of my breasts. It made my whole body tingle with excitement. I felt a large penis touch and then penetrate the lips of my vagina. I gasped as the enormous rod entered filling me to capacity. He plunged back and forth with the strong male vigor expected of a pedigree stallion. However, he was young and inexperienced. Too eager and excited to make it last, he rushed the job and finished long before I could orgasm. I felt his body shudder as it ejaculated and sent a gigantic shot of semen into me. There was no cry of pleasure for he too was haltered and severely bitted. Poor stud, he wasn't even given time to savor the experience. No sooner had he shot his load than he was immediately pulled off leaving me unsatisfied and craving for more. To give him credit, he did put up a fight to stay on top of me. Once parted, the vet plunged an optic probe down my vagina to confirm that a satisfactory job had been done. If not, the stallion would have been rewarded by daily repeats of mounting me until a successful conclusion could be confirmed. Either that or I would suffer the humiliation of artificial insemination. I felt deprived. I had been impregnated in just one shot with no orgasm to remember or savor until next time. Frustratingly, that would be at least nine months from now!