The Transformed Pervert II


By: Emmint

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[STRAIGHT] [TG] [Pony breeding]

Peter is changed again this time they make him grow into a bigger horse and send him to be trained as a show jumper.


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Transformed Pervert Part II

Megan watched Michael riding Hopalong over the jumps in the practise ring; really he needed a bigger horse. She wondered if a pervert once transformed could be transformed again. “Keep practising, Michael,” Michael waved and she went into the laboratory.
“Mother, can a man once transformed be transformed again?”
“I don’t know it’s an interesting preposition. Have you any particular one of these perverts,” her mother said indicating the cages now full of new victims.
“Actually I was thinking of Michael’s father. Michael needs a horse now not a pony, so I was thinking we could transform Nightmare.”
“Ah, yes, use the new larger transformer, he’ll certainly get a shock. Michael will laugh when we give Nightmare to ride in the show jumping arena next year.”
“Yes. Though I’ll have to send Nightmare to John for training.”
The next day while Michael was at school, Megan led Peter, now known as Nightmare, out of his stall. He balked as he saw the machine. “Stop when you get next to it, pervert!” She slapped him on the rump; he whinnied and moved to stand by the side panel. He whinnied as she closed the lid down. They listened laughing as Peter whinnied in terror and pain as the needles injected him and the machine did its work. Megan opened the machine, it had worked Peter now stood at 16 hands, she took him to his stable. “I’ll call John, mother. You pervert are going to learn to jump. John will have full control of you. Remember perverts like you who are transformed into animals are allowed to be tortured by law and if you think just because you didn’t go through the courts it’ll be any different forget, Mother and I had the records added to the system a complete fabricated account. Oh by the way do you feel different, you should you’re now 16 hands high,” Peter started shaking, her mother took some blood for testing and they went into the laboratory, while Megan called John, her mother tested the blood.
“Megan,” she said when Megan came back, “he’s not only taller, its altered his age, he’s back to the same age as when we first caught him.”
“Does that mean we can keep him young indefinitely,” her mother nodded. “Oh, think of it the pervert undergoing an eternity of pain.” Megan went out when she heard the truck arrive.
“Hi, John,” the man nodded. “Its here,” she opened the stable door and led Peter out. John ran his hands over Peter’s quivering flanks.
“Right, is she good to box?”
“No idea we’ve never boxed her.” John led Peter to the horsebox Peter stopped worried about was happening. John raised his whip and slashed it down onto Peter’s rump. “Get in there!” Peter whinnied and practically jumped into the box. John tethered him in place and raised the tailgate. “I’ll soon have her trained.” John got in the drivers seat and drove off.
When he arrived he got Peter out of the box and installed him in a stable. “Megan tells me you were the man who raped her fourteen years ago. Tomorrow you start training and you better learn quickly.”
The next day John saddled Peter and took him into the schooling yard. “Right let’s see what you know and what you don’t know. Remember you’re a transformed so people won’t care how much I hurt you in fact they like to see transformeds rears well-marked up by the whip. If you had always been a horse I’d would never think of ill-treating you, but you’re officially nothing, a slave who’s been changed and slaves can be tortured or even killed. Megan probably will kill you if you don’t compete well in the show jumping arena for Michael.” John mounted Peter and trotted him over the poles gradually getting him used to those before taking him over other jumps he whipped Peter unmercifully throughout sometimes he stumbled on the way round. “You’ll have to do better than that, you’ll have to be able to do everything without breaking stride no matter how hard you’re whipped.” He rode Peter back to the stable and had him anchored in the yard by each hoof then took the whip to him again, Peter whinnied his pain and fear his whole body shaking in fear. “I don’t suppose that will be the last time I whip you like this, I probably will but next time it better be because I want to and not because you were completely ignorant and disobedient.” He freed Peter from the tethers and put him back in his stable. Peter whinnies of pain and fear causing him to laugh as Peter tried to rub his rump against the wall to sooth the pain. “Tomorrow is a rest day for all my horses, transformeds as well so you get to out in the fields. The tattooist comes this afternoon, you’ll have your lip tattooed like all transformeds so run and you’ll get brought back here. And the whipping I give you then will make the whipping you just received seem tame in comparison.” John left, inside Peter cried human cries of rage but what actually came out were high pitched whinnies.
The tattooist came in the afternoon, they forced his mouth to stay open and the tattooist tattooed the number 678560194-A onto his bottom lip. “There, what was he before they changed him?”
“I don’t know what his job was, but he raped Megan Trellawny, so she and her mother Margo changed him into a pony much smaller than now, yesterday they did him again and made him grow to 16 hands from 13.1 hands it also seems to have made him younger again, he’s as young now as he was when they transformed him. They’d been using him as a brood mare, but Michael Megan’s son now needs a show jumper so I’m training him. Michael will get a kick out of riding the man who raped his mother and sired him.”
“You mean this thing is Michael’s father?” John nodded they laughed.
“The fact that during the changing he was made young again is that they could make him suffer indefinitely.” Then they left Peter to dwell on his future and the fact that perhaps an eternity of pain awaited him.
Grooms let Peter into the fields with the other horses the next day, John came to the field to check them just in time to see his stallion, a real horse, Hobgoblin mate with Peter. He laughed then went back to the house. The next morning John came to get Peter for a morning session in the schooling yard. “Enjoy Hobgoblin’s attention did you,” Peter hadn’t but he knew that even if he could talk John wouldn’t care. Two months past in much the same way, schooling John whipping him round the ring over bigger and bigger jumps, one day of each week in the field with no rest from Hobgoblin’s attentions. Then the last week of training, John had the vet come and take some blood. He tested it there and then.
“She’s in foal, about six weeks gone, I’d say.”
“Ah, it seems Nightmare, that you’re taking something extra back to Megan and Michael, a little present from Hobgoblin?”
“John this mare’s rump seems scarred is she difficult?”
“No, she’s a transformed. When it was a man it raped Megan Trellawny left her pregnant with Michael, not that it knew that when they changed him.” The vet nodded he owned six transformeds but they were dogs, three breeding bitches once men and three stud dogs once female.”
“Funny Hobgoblin took such a liking to her, most real horses steer clear of the transformeds. Wonder what will come out of the union.” John nodded saying he wondered the same. He loaded Peter into the horsebox and drove back to Megan’s stables.
“John, how is the pervert?”
“She is now jumping confidently and is well able to be taking a whipping during the events. She is now pregnant. My stallion Hobgoblin took a liking to her, funny really Hobgoblin is a real horse, real horses don’t usually mate with transformeds.”
“Perhaps that is another side effect of the new machine,” Megan said, John nodded. “So pervert pregnant again. Come and see his progeny,” she led him to a field where some young ponies were grazing. “All of these are from her. The older ones by Top Boy and the younger by Hopalong. Both pony stallions were once women, women convicted of theft. It will be interesting to see what she produces this time. I’ve entered her for a local event on Saturday,” John nodded.
Saturday came and Michael looked surprised as they led out Peter instead of Hopalong. “Michael you need a larger horse now, so we changed your father again into a horse rather than a pony, he’s been trained by John. They arrived at the showground, Michael rode him in the warm up ring then rode to the jumping arena and had him go round the ring, Peter thanked God he jumped clear the next round was a timed round and he again jumped clear and prayed that he was faster. Fortunately he was faster and Michael took the cup, people came to admire the whip marks cut into Peter’s rump. All year they competed while the foal inside him grew, and nine months later Peter gave birth again to a colt foal, that looked like just like Hobgoblin.

End of Part II


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