The ponygirl and her lover stood in the shady courtyard.

The pony's muzzle lay on the ground, her face exposed, her tongue out.

Her lover... and 'Mistress' was unzipped, up close and personal....

"Go ahead, take a taste...It'll sustain you while we're apart and that fat cow is at the reins.

I know we shouldn't be doing this, but I promise you - as soon as our time here is over, we'll collect our money and we'll be gone from here, lying on a beach somewhere, living off the interest of our fortune.. and you won't have to be a ponygirl anymore - except when I want you as one that is.

Now all you need to do is strut your stuff and act pony for Princess Fatima and who knows? Maybe tonight I'll be able to sneak into your stable and you can eat my pussy hairs-'

'- Only after you've eaten mine first, slut!'

"Princess.. uhm.."

"Did you think I don't know what you get up to at night?

You're both contracted to me, which means that I own you both and as I also have your passports locked safely away and have the ear of the Minister for Justice, I can do whatever I like with the pair of you.

Perhaps you'd like me to arrange for you to disappear into some unknown state prison accused of espionage? No? Good. Now zip up your crotch, fit her muzzle into place and take yourself off to my chamber. I want to see you handcuffed naked to my bed when I get back.

And if you fail to satisfy me as much as this pony does, you'll find yourself transformed just like her...

And hitched to the palace rubbish cart!'