First Light

You had been looking for a job for a few weeks and you were almost at the end of your backup savings. If you didn't find one soon you would have to move out, back to your parents. In desperation you type “Farm jobs in my area” and hit enter, this was your last option having exhausted everything else.

A few results popped up on the screen, mostly useless but this one peaked your interest.

“Stable boy wanted, no previous experience required, £30 per hour. Alv Farms…”

£30 an hour, you wondered why they would be paying so much for someone with no experience, but gave the number on the job listing a call. After a few rings a gruff voice answered

“Alv Farms, John speaking, what can I do for you?”

You explain you are looking for a job and that you don't have experience but you are willing to work hard since you really need a job.

John seemed nice enough, he asked if you are ok with horses and spending time in the stables and invited you down for a paid day of work, saying that if he's happy with your performance that he might take you on.

After the call you feel a small wave of relaxation, this job pays so well it might just get you out of trouble while you search for the type of job you really want.

Your alarm wakes you up at 6am, you get dressed with a few layers and some wellington Boots. After a short bus ride you make it to within a kilometer of the farm and walk the rest of the way, you arrive 15 minutes early. John is already at the gate, he is tall and portly with a round friendly face.

“Hi, John?” You say confidently, putting your best foot forward, hoping to create a good impression.

“Hello there” he says, extending his hand for a handshake. You know farmers are strong but John's handshake is disconcertingly firm and dominant. He is almost a foot taller than you and looks down into your eyes as he shakes, the shake and eye contact make you submit, you can see John's eyes smile, he notices the change in you.

“Good, good…” John chuckles and releases your hand. He opens the gate, still a bit startled you hesitate.

“Come through lad” John says sweetly as he gestures to you to come though the gate.

John closes the gate behind you and heads into the farm.

“Come lad” John says, you follow behind.

“Before you ask any questions, I'll tell you what we do here. This is a horse farm, we raise and stud out horses, on weekends we do beginner horse riding lessons. You're here because I need a new lad in the stable, the last one has moved on and is now at another farm. Your day starts at 7am, you're a good lad, eager, and got here early, as I thought you would. This way to the stables lad.

You follow John into the stables, there are around 4 or 5 horses, with capacity for a couple more. John gives you direction as you muck out your first stall.

“You're a good lad, take direction well, you'll fit right in here” John says with a chuckle.

John makes you feel comfortable, despite his firmness and dominant nature, you know that John wants you to do well, and you get a small dopamine hit every time he calls you a good lad. John appraises your work and tells you to do the other stalls while he takes one of the horses out of the stall for a wash and training.

“I'll be back in a couple of hours lad, if you do the rest of the stalls as well as your first one, I'll give you a little bonus”

You work hard on the stalls, after an hour and a half you are finished, one of the empty stalls has some hay bales, and you take a seat. John asked you to leave your mobile with him when you arrived, which you did happily and after a few minutes sitting down you begin to get sleepy.

You wake suddenly to the sound of a horse snorting and neighing, John has tied the horse into the stall next to you. You get up quickly and groggily make your way over to John.

“Hi lad, had a nap did you? That's fine you did a good job on the stalls there” 

John says without turning around. John is removing the tack from the horse and hands you a bit. After a few minutes you're holding on to a pile of tack, saddle, reins, bit and bridle.

John turns around and laughs as he says.

“Looks good on ya lad” a twinkle in his eyes makes you melt, you realise that in the few hours you have known John that you need to please him and make him proud.

“Thanks John!” You say enthusiastically.

“Call me Sir lad” John says firmly.

“Yes Sir!” You reply, automatically, you don't even question it.

“Good lad, now, come back tomorrow morning. Here's the pay for your work today, tomorrow I will give you that bonus I mentioned.” John said as he handed you your wages in cash, almost £100 and you only worked three hours, and had a nap!

You return home the same way, during the journey all you can think about is John, being called a good lad, the twinkle in his eyes and how it had made you feel.

Once home you shower, and you can't help but play with yourself, you think of John, Sir, the stables, and being called a good lad and very quickly you bring yourself to climax.

That night you fall asleep quickly, your body not used to manual labor having not worked for a while. You dream. You dream of Sir putting the tack on you, you are tied in the stable, and Sir coos good lad and secures each piece to your body, your body is no longer human, you are a horse. Sir rubs your nose gently and whispers in your ear “Good lad, you're much better off this way, I know what you want horse, be mine”

You wake, sweating and horny, you play with yourself again, but before you can finish the alarm goes off. 6am.

You arrive at the gates, almost spot on the same time you arrived yesterday, John is waiting.

“Morning Sir!”

“Morning Lad, how was your night?” John couldn't have known but the grin on his face makes you wonder. You blush and say

“Good Sir thank you”

“Right lad, today, you'll be mucking out the stables again and after you will have lunch with me”

Not long after mucking out the stables John arrives and you head over to his homestead. It's a small but well kept house and you take a seat at a small dining table in John's kitchen.

“Stew alright lad? No allergies?” John says while putting a bowl in front of you. You wait until John sits down next to you with his own bowl.

“Dig in lad” John says.

The stew is delicious, you finish it quickly, John looks you over and asks

“Would you like some more lad?”

You nod and say “Yes please Sir”

Half way through the second bowl you start to get a bit drowsy, you drop the spoon into the bowl as your head starts to gently spin and fill with tingling pins and needles.

“Good lad, relax, you're ok” John says as you lose consciousness.

You wake up in a stable, you are wearing a leather collar and leg and wrist cuffs, you are secured firmly. John is in another stall petting a horse's nose, he notices that you are awake and comes over.

“Sir?!” You say confused.

“Shhh good lad, sorry for tying you up like this but we need to have a chat. Usually I would wait and observe you for a couple of weeks but I already know. You want to be mine, you want to be my horse.”

You think about protesting, you take in air but no words come out. John waits and watches you. Finally you say ”Yes Sir” 

“Good lad, I can see by your crotch there that that's how you feel. But say it lad”

“Please Sir I want to be your horse”

“Good lad, and you will be, I'm going to put this tongue bit in now, you don't need to talk anymore.” John puts the bit in your mouth, your tongue pressed firmly down, the back of the gag almost makes you gag it's so deep.

John wheels over a metal trolley with some equipment and syringes on it.

“Do you trust me lad?”

You nod enthusiastically

“Do you want me to explain all the details? The steps I'll take to turn you into my horse? How long will you be that way? How it will feel turning into another species?” John lights a cigar as he waits for your response.

You shake your head, whatever Sir intends to do you want and need to go through for Sir, your eyes plead Sir to continue.

“Such a good lad, you really are”

With cigar in mouth John removes the cap from the first syringe and injects your buttock.

“This one will sedate you lad, the next few injections would be a bit painful otherwise” John says as you start to drift away, enjoying the smell of Sir's cigar smoke.

You come to slightly an hour later, Sir has removed the cuffs and collar and you are laying on a blanket on some hay bales in a sty. You rest, you don't try to stand but your body feels strange, your hands and feet are numb and your field of view seems wider, you close your eyes and rest.

Another hour or two later Sir wakes you, you still can't stand but open your eyes to see Sir standing over you.

“How are you feeling lad?” Sir asks

“Neigh” you try to speak but can't get words out

“Whinney, snort” you try again but you realise that speech isn't possible anymore.

“Good lad, that's good progress, I think your mind was already half horse when I hired you” 

John laughs, you love Sirs laugh, it makes you happy and you snort for Sir. 

“Ok lad another sedative, next steps are a bit more arduous so I'll see you in the morning”

You snort affirmative and fall unconscious.

“Good morning Lad!” Sir is cheerful.

You get up, you understand your form, you know that you are like all the other horses in the stable. Your genitals are enlarged and sensitive like the nerve density from your old genitals has been kept but everything has been blown up to horse scale.

You whiny as you stand, you just about understand that you were human and can almost recall your name but then you see Sir. Your mind instantly empties, you can only think about Sir, you love Sir, you need Sir, you want to obey and please Sir, nothing is more important. Sir rubs your nose, you neigh loudly and lean into his hand.

“Good lad, you're my horse now, your name is Light now.”

You neigh happily, as Sir begins to put your tack on. Sir rubs your nose again and puts the bridle and tounge bit on, you are eager and relaxed and take the bit without any effort. 

Sir pops a saddle on your back and attaches reins to the bridle and takes you outside.

Sir gets on the saddle and you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you, you are serving Sir, you are being used by Sir, you belong to Sir, you never want this feeling to end.

After a short ride across the farm Sir ties you up to an apple tree and picks an apple.

“Well done Light, you are such a good horse, you might even be my favorite. I'm sorry it's late but here is the bonus I promised you.”

Sir holds the apple in front of your face, you take it and eat it, it's so good and made even better by being a gift from Sir.