The Mare                      by: Kelly

 

I pushed the bit into her mouth and drew it tight, then blindfolded her. Tying her reins to the post I made sure that she was ready for the show. All of her hooves were shiny and clean, the new horse shoes sharp and ready. I brushed her coat, then her tail to remove any stray burrs and dust. Her breasts were held in by the coat, just the nipples showing through, now black, like her lips and vagina. I patted her on the head, untied the reins, and walked her out to the grading area. When she was in place, I removed the blindfold and let her see who was there.

Valerie was a bitch, no doubt about it. She nagged and carped about everything, never happy and always vile. Her husband had enough, and filed for divorce, but Valerie told him she was going to fight back, revealing that he liked to dress as a woman once in a while if he did not give her what she wanted, which was everything and more. That’s when he called me. I checked out his story of course, and found that this woman was universally disliked. It took me three days to capture her. I used a dart gun, which put her down, then carried her to the farm in my truck. She weighed only 120 pounds at best, but I would change all of that. Before she woke I stripped her clothes off and put very solid rings in her nose, ears, nipples and vagina, then secured her to the wall with a short chain attached to her pussy. She wasn’t going anywhere. In the morning, I sat and watched as she finally woke, then became aware of where she was. The cage is six foot square, solid oak, and unbreakable.

"Let me out of here you bastard!"

I gave her a small jolt, which calmed her right down.

"You are no longer able to command people Valerie. In fact, within a month you’ll beg me to let you be my slave. Why, I can guarantee that you would fuck my dog in order to get out of this mess you’re in. Now then, let me explain what’s happening. First, you should know that many of your so called friends have asked that this be done, and they came to me. That is very lucky for you that they did. I am the best, and unlike many others, you will not be butchered."

She stared at me with contempt, but seeing the chain attached to her pussy, she did not move, nor did she yell at me again, in case I gave her another shot of electricity. The hook in the wall is the outlet, which means it hits her in the groin first, and is very painful. I told her that starting within the hour, I would begin her transformation, then left. When I returned, I opened the cage and gave her a shot in the arm, waiting until she was out, then carried her into the surgery. In the past I made many mistakes, and learned that I must take away any idea that they can leave first, then begin right away. I put her face up on the gurney, securing her head in the brace while pinning her arms and legs in straddles with iron locks. Without any wait, I opened each of her fingers, stripped away the flesh, then removed all of the bones all the way to her wrists. Making the arms longer and the legs shorter is a pain in the ass, but in order for her to have the right stance and be able to walk, it’s critical. I always use the latest techniques, and secured the new hooves to the wrists with the best stainless steel brackets and screws. Once both of the front hooves were attached, I sedated her and left her there until the next day.

I was feeding her by tube, so in the morning I gave her a booster shot, then did her rear hooves. Her lips nose and eyes are all wrong of course, but I left them so she would experience the futility of her dilemma. Once again I left her there. Two days later she had healed enough for me to waken her. As she tried to stand, she discovered that she no longer had feet, then looked at her front hooves. The shrieking and sobbing went on for a while, it always does, and I let her have her cry before I grabbed her by the neck and pushed in the training bit and made it tight. Those serrated disks between her cheeks and gum really hurt if I yank on the reins, and I had her undivided attention after one pull.

"You will walk on all fours from now on. If I see you trying to stand, the punishment will be very swift. Understand?"

She stood on all fours, shaky at best, and I let her get used to the new reality before I took her to another room where I let her lie down and rest. The real trauma is yet to come. The hooves are the least of it. I found it takes at least a week for them to heal, and left her there alone, only cleaning the stall and replenishing her water and dry oatmeal. Of course, she could no longer fight back. About the worst she could do was bite me, and the bit prevented that. I always checked her each night, administering antibiotics and anti rejection drugs, changing the small bandages at the same time. At the end of ten days she was healed up enough for the next stage, which is when I take her will power away from her. Standing on all fours her tits hung down, flopping about like melons on a strings. In order for her to realize the futility of fighting me, I took her to the mating room, stood her over the ring in the floor, and attached the short chains, one to each breast, another from her nose, which I pulled tight so her head was down, and the one in her pussy. Spreading her legs a little, I clamped them in place. She was now unable to move anything but her front hooves. Then I brought in my dog, a huge male, which I moved so that she could see him. Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head even as she started screaming, but I let him loose, and after he sniffed her, he mounted her. I watched as the dog pumped her full, leaving a few claw marks on her skin. She was sobbing as the dog dismounted and stood beside me. I left her there while I attended to the dog.

Since looking up was hard on her neck, I intended to extend the lower muscles while shortening the upper, and shaving the disks in the neck for better angle. At the same time I planned on making her upper and lower jaws longer, with an extension of about three inches, using the bones and flesh from her hands and feet plus that new coral that bone grows to. Her eyes will be moved to the sides of her head so that her stereo vision will be broken and look more normal. This part of the operation is very tedious and will take almost 27 hours to complete, but all at once is easier for the patient, and the healing time is shorter. None of the others I have done have enjoyed the newest technical innovations I am using on Valerie, but then, I don’t really care. Breaking the skull in just the right place is the hardest part as I want her to retain all of her human facilities. The break is just above her nose in the middle of her forehead. I peeled the skin back to reveal the entire bone structure of her face, then made the cuts in both jaws, using the stretchers to hold the bone in place while I reconfigure the new bone with that new adhesive. The eyes are always the hardest, but I cut the bone away, moved the eye socket and used that same bone to fill in the resulting gap. Using the new powdered coral and an epoxy I am able to create a smooth transition, leaving her face in the right shape without any undue lumps. I had to use the skin from her hands and feet to fill in across her forehead and jaws, and that leaves terrible scars, but none of that will be seen, so it does not matter. When I was done I left her totally drugged and went to bed.

I left her there for almost three weeks while she healed up, keeping her in a drugged state so she would not move around. During this time I tattooed her lips, nose, nipples and pussy black to match her new skin. I have two more operations to do yet. Her tongue must be longer, about five inches, or she will not be able to feed herself, and of course, I will make sure she cannot get pregnant. In her drugged state she has no awareness of what I have done, and I intend to keep her this way until I get ready to measure her for her new coat. Tomorrow I will extend her tongue using the muscles from her feet and hands and do a hysterectomy.

The operations took less time than I thought. Only six hours. I must be getting better. A friend mentioned that the new stainless steel back bar worked quite well for him, so I also attached one to her spine, using the new screws he gave me. Now she will not have the constant back pain many of my other patients have had. She was pretty well healed up in about a month, so I let her come out of the drugs, then put her into her stall again. Her vision is just the same, but without the stereo vision she had before, and of course, looking straight ahead is now hard for her. Not impossible, just hard. I left her in the stall alone, watching via television monitor as she discovered that she could now eat easier. She also found out her tongue is longer. I saw the resignation on her face, and knew that she had given up. I figured that it would take about three more days for her to realize what she had become, and simply waited.

On the fifth day I went to her stall and put the bit in her mouth and fastened the straps tight. Then I took her out to the center of the barn and tied her to the post there. Without a word I picked up her right front hoof, slid back the small door, added the two pound weight, then closed the door and glued it shut. I did that to the other three legs, then led her to the clinic. Her coat is a golden brown, made with a silk lining so her skin does not chafe, with heavy leather over that. The hide is made from an actual animal, exactly to my measurements. I picked her up and stood her on the table. The coat is actually five parts. I put the head piece on her first, pulling her ears into the right place. The nose, upper and lower jaw all fit perfectly. Just a few very small surgical steel staples were used, and they are hidden by the hair of the coat. Her eyes glared at me, but with her now longer jaws she had no speech. I ignored her and went on fitting the head piece, then the body. When I pulled it tight it compressed her breasts almost flat, leaving just the nipples with the rings poking out. I molded it to her rump and around her sex, again using a few small staples. The legs are the hardest to do, but the close fit holds them in place while the adhesive I use hides the seams perfectly. It took me almost four hours to get the coat on her, then I attached the tail. Using the scalpel I opened the slit on her rump, then attached the tail to the transmitter I installed into her spinal column. After a while she will learn how to move it to the side so she does not get it dirty. Finally I inserted the contact lenses. The soft brown color will protect her eyes when she is outside, since she will no longer be able to wear sunglasses, and besides, it looks natural. Leaving her mind intact is of course essential to her pain. Without it, she would just be another animal. This way she will live her entire life knowing what she has become.

The next morning I put the bit and bridle on her, then led her to the training barn, and attached her to the rotating trotter bar. The object here is to train her in the right gaits, while at the same time letting her get used to the extra weight in her hooves. The serrated disks will enhance her desire to keep tempo. I explained it to her at great length, then started the bar moving. I watched as she struggled to find the tempo, then, when she had it, I left to get some lunch. I kept her on the bar for a month, with every other day off. On those days I let her loose in the pasture. As time passed she began to run around the pasture on her own, practicing stopping quickly, turning hard and so on, just like any new colt would. In two days I will present her to the group that sent her here to me.

Her coat is shiny, her tail clean and brushed out, her hooves done with black paint. I used the brand new bit and bridle, the red one, plus the larger disks. Using a simple blindfold, I led her out of the barn. When I removed it she looked around and saw her so called friends and husband standing there. I felt her shy back, wanting to return to the barn to hide her shame at what she had become, but I held the reins tightly and made her stay there. As the people watched I led her to the small track, and on the way I told her that she would find it in her best interest to do as I told her. I gave the simple commands, and she began to run at an easy gait, around and around the track. Then I had her stand face in to the center post where I secured her reins. My dog understood at once, and began to howl as I walked over and let him loose. He ran to Valerie, sniffed at her, then bit her on the leg to make her widen her stance. When the dog had her in place he mounted her. Valerie could do nothing as the huge dog used her while we all watched. When the dog was done, her husband walked over to her and untied the reins.

She had no way to make a facial expression, but her eyes told it all. Valerie would rather be dead than like this. Her husband petted her head, then walked away without a word, taking the others with him as he left. Valerie began to pound her head against the post in an effort to kill herself. All she got was a headache. I put her back in the barn, in her stall, then told her she had been sold to someone as breeding stock, and I had to let her go because I have a new client coming in. Tears fell from her eyes as I closed the door and walked out just in time to see my new mare arriving.

 

 

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