THE FARM

Grass. Grass. Grass.

I fucking hated grass. With every fiber of my being.

Still. It’s not like I had a choice.

As usual… this was my life now…

I had to eat grass.

I bent down and snatched a few tufts of green between my teeth.

It tasted dirty, muddy, and… that’s about it. I still had no idea how horses actually liked this stuff.

I gnashed it between my teeth, chewed it until it was all soggy and disgusting…

And then, finally, I swallowed.

Human beings shouldn’t be doing something like this.

And they definitely shouldn’t be able to live if they ate nothing but grass.

But yet I did. For a full year now.

Somehow… My digestive system had magically transformed at some point.

It was sort of pointless to question that anymore. There were so many other things that were weirder at this point…

Like me, a 30-yeard old “former” councilwoman… crawling on the ground naked, eating grass.

And the sad part was… This was still the highlight of my day.

This was the most free I could feel these days.

But this grass sucked.

I don’t know if it was just in my head but… somehow greener grass was just more fun to chew. It didn’ t taste any better, but… I don’t know. It was stupid.

But the greenest grass in this field was currently occupied my three sister councilwomen.

All nude and dirty, like me. Hungrily chomping it away before I could get there.

Those bitches.

They always found the best spot first, and then kept it all to themselves.

And I didn’t feel like challenging them this time.

I had gotten too many heel kicks for trying to infiltrate their “territory”.

Still… It was too easy to forget these days that we were all human. We shouldn’t be here. Naked. Smelling of grass and mud, crawling like some beasts.

Back on the council days… Boy those felt like a thousand lifetimes ago now… We worked so well together.

Janice was the council leader. And look at her now. Just stuffing her mouth full of grass, looking around greedily for more.

None of us wanted to be here.

But he gave us the order.

“You’re my horsies now. Act like it.”

…

Going against that order… It felt unfathomable. Like it would break me down at a cellular level.

I wasn’t even capable of dreaming about it.

I took another mouthful of disgusting grass into my mouth.

Eugh.

Still. I tried to enjoy this.

It was impossible to enjoy the other stuff.

The harness, the practice, the work…

Sigh.

I looked back to my council sisters again.

They used to call us the “Power four”. The “female ****”.

Anything that needed to happen in the city council… We made it happen.

Sandy was the young up-and-comer.

We all knew we were looking at a future senator.

Now I just stared at her nude, dirty pussy, as she bent down to gobble another patch of green grass.

As if I was better. I knew how dirty my pussy was at this point too.

It wasn’t that long ago… back when I could act like a “human”… That I could actually unwind in a lovely, hot shower at the end of the day.

Now it was just-

“Okay gals! Line up! Formation seven!”

Oh shit. Here he comes.

It was cleaning time.

By now, we all instinctively remembered what “formation seven” was. The punishment for forgetting was…

I didn’t even want to think about. My last punishment was over a week ago, and my ass was still sore.

And worst of all… I didn’t get eat any grass for three days after that.

I know, I know… I’m being real contradictory here…

But… As much as I hated it…

At this point… I already felt a deep desire to eat grass every day.

Like I was…. already…

Starting to think like a horse…

And that was truly the most horrible part of eating grass.

But too late to worry about that.

We jumped like eager little bitches to his every word.

It wasn’t like that at the beginning, but time makes fools of us all. He was our owner, and… There was zero reward in not being enthusiastic about his orders.

Being enthusiastic made him go easier on you. It’s- It’s not like fighting and rebelling were pointless, of course, but…

Who am I kidding. He had broken me down long ago now.

We lined our asses in front of him…

He pulled out the waterhose, and…

YAAAAAIIII!

The freezing cold water on my pussy was always such an awful sensation! I could feel it right in my spine!

“Hoo-wie! You gals sure have started stinking up again! Come on now! Let’s get those pussies and asses fresh as mint again!”

Nrgh…

We were nothing but animals to him now.

Stinky barnyard animals.

And he treated us like we had no human rights or dignancies left.

And he wasn’t wrong.

“YAAAAAIII!!!”

The fucker turned the nozzle into a jet stream! And shot it right at my pussy!

“Well now, that wasn’t a very horsie-like sound there, Lady.”

Lady… My horse-name…

My actual name was Lara, and he just turned it into that. Like a fucking humiliating joke.

But…

“n- neigh! Neigghh!” I winnowed desperately, making horse-like neighs to apologize for my… too-human-like sounds. The fucker was still spraying all of us with the jet stream, hitting it in my asshole every five seconds.

I wanted to jump up and strangle him to ****.

…But I knew it would remain a dream.

“That’s more like it! There… But boy, shit, you horsies sure are fucking dirty! How the fuck you even get like that?”

Maybe it’s because you clean us only once a week, you fucking piece of shit?

“Alright, this needs some better tools... Let’s get those harder stains off.”

He finally shut off the hose… and came closer to the line of asses.

He dropped down a bucket and some sponges next to us.

“Do I have to do everything around here myself? GET TO IT, WHORES!” He shouted, and whistled like it was our official call to action.

But it worked. Each of us jumped at his words and grabbed a sponge.

Now how in the Hell where “horses” supposed to be able to wash each other’s bodies using sponges?

Don’t try to find any logic in his actions. If he wanted to see certain stuff… Well, then we were suddenly “horsies” who could use their hands for some reasons.

I immediately began cleaning Sandy’s tits. Sometimes he whipped who was the slowest to follow his orders.

Yeah, by now… even this was one of those routines I had gotten used to…

Sigh… this bitch actually had some hard stains on her tits. I had to almost roughly sponge her down with the thing… really pushing and pulling against her titflesh to get the stains off. And the fact that her nipples were all erect didn’t make this any damn easier.

And the way she kept oohing and aahing like this was somehow sensual, and not a goddamn **** lesbian show for the fucker staring at the pairs of naked ladies cleaning each other.

I just wanted to get through this as fast as possible.

…I was always straight. Like super heterosexual. Not that I had anything against gay people, but none of this was getting me hot. In fact it repulsed me. I was from a conservative home, and doing something like this to the same gender… I just always thought it was weird and repulsive, and-

Well, still, after a full year, after doing so much… disgusting stuff… I was beginning to think I was never going to be truly okay with this.

And the more Sandy moaned… The more that feeling grew once again.

But by this point in our time together… I unfortunately had learned too much about my council sisters.

Clara was super straight like me, Edith was probably bi-curious…

But Sandy straight up enjoyed actions with me way more than with our… owner.

Sandy was extremely gay. It was obvious.

In fact… a few times she had tried to get closer to me… sticking her nose up my pussy, sniffing around like some fucking animal…

It creeped me out. Real bad. Like even worse than what the owner did to us.

Edith and Clara had already progressed to the ass-washing part, we were just getting there.

All the time, our owner just sat there and smiled. I always tried to look away from him.

And that fucking bulge in his pants.

Washing her ass was so awful.

She moved with the motion of my hand… Like she was really getting off on this.

And she was.

And when eventually I had to start rubbing her pussy with the sponge, legitimately trying to get it clean… The bitch actually orgasmed all over my hand. And it took only like five seconds.

She squeaked like a mouse giving labor. And this time our owner of course didn’t even give a shit that it didn’t sound anything like a horse.

…for some reason, none of us could orgasm if we masturbated. We could only orgasm when we did it to each other. And only when he was watching us.

It made as much as sense as our neverending horseplay and being able to fill our stomachs with grass.

I was already dreading the fact that it was her turn to clean me next.

Then… after all the cleaning was done…

And of course Sandy wouldn’t stop cleaning my clit until I had **** but to squirt all over her face… (yes, she always kept her face real close to my pussy during the sponge time)… It was finally time to move on.

To less fun parts of the day.

Especially since this was a Tuesday.

The fucker just couldn’t get a car, could he?

Of course not. He had to take a fucking pony carriage everywhere.

So for the next fifteen minutes, her roughly put us in our harnesses… the ones we have spent 90 percent of the last year in…

And after one hour of daily "freedom", it was back to being really fucking uncomfortable.

I still couldn’t understand what kind of a freak would actually enjoy this.

Having your arms immobilized behing your back, this awful bit in your mouth…

Only that fucking sadist could enjoy this. Seeing all four of us bound for his sick pleasures…

Seeing four formerly powerful women comply to his sick will over and over again…

Sigh…

If only we could reverse time…

Not make that faithful decision in the council…

He really didn’t like it.

But we had to choose some place to build the motorway. His farm just happened to be smack dab in the middle of our plans.

And our lawyers beat his lawyers. He was **** to abandon his farm.

The look he gave us after that decision…

Well, we all know what he was thinking now.

Somehow, he got to us.

I still don’t know how. And I couldn’t explain it if I tried.

Would you believe that he just… got somehow more… authorative?

And at some point… It was like… Literally impossible to say no to him?

So eventually the council decision was reversed… We all retired…

And we lived here now.

Not that anybody else knew it.

They just saw us as horses.

That’s right. Every single fucking person in the town just thought we were real horses.

And the four majestical councilwomen… Just disappeared into the ether. Nobody knew what happened to them.

And the worst part-

“Hey bitch! Stop kneeling like a lazy donkey! We’re going to take a ride into the town today! To see your all your old friends!”, the fucker shouted.

Author's note: This is actually the seventh of TSA Victory Suite Stories, the previous ones where published on my Patreon page (which is currently on a break).

This is shorter than the other ones, that's because I've been a little stuck with this one and I need to move on. I'll write part 2 at some point, since the story isn't properly finished yet. There are stuff I still want to do with this. But still, let me know in the comments if you are interested in seeing part 2. If many are, perhaps I'll do it soon.