3. Tawnie Meets Sylvia and her Stablemates.

Early the next morning she woke with a strong urge to urinate. She squatted over the trough and relieved herself, making sure this time her tail was not in the way. She stood and walked around. Staring at her bridle and leather harness, she wondered what she looked like with them on, and what her steel harness would be like once locked on. Her breasts were aching and her nipples sore. She was so engrossed in thought she did not hear her stall gate open.

“Good morning little pony.” said the overseer. “Did you sleep well?”

She turned around quickly, almost tripping on her tail, and nodded, ‘yes!’

A beautiful woman in her mid-thirties with wavy, jet-black hair and dazzling, sapphire blue eyes accompanied him. She was wearing a pale pink see-through harem outfit. Under her pantaloons you could see her shaved nether lips with a gold ring in each lip. Through her bolero you could see her nipple rings and the gold chain connecting them. Hanging from the chain was a medallion with the Masters crest engraved on it. And on her head was a small red fez with gold braid around its edge.

“I want you to meet your personal groom. Sylvia is the personal groom of the Master's private ponies. She will be attending to your personal needs, bathing, brushing, milking, and feeding. I brought her in to meet you and see if she had any ideas on what to do about your tail, short of cutting it.

She took Sue’s tail and ran her fingers through it, letting it flow out along the floor. Then she turned to the overseer and nodded her head, ‘yes’. She pointed to her throat as a sign asking to speak.

He told her that she may.

“Sir, I have an idea that would please the Master and look stunning. If you would remove her tail and bring it to the Smithy, could he insert a metal rod the size of my little finger, about eight inches long, shape it into a gentle curve with a knob on one end and insert it into the tail end of the plug, directly in the center, and bring it to me?”

Better still,” said the overseer. “After her milking, I will bring you both to him and you can show us what you have in mind. And,” he continued, looking at Sue. “When you come back to your stall you will see a little surprise waiting for you.”

The overseer unlocked Sue from the wall chain, attached a lead to her collar, and having her bend over, removed her tail. He handed her lead to Sylvia. Sue followed her out.

In the paddock Sue noticed three stunningly gorgeous ponies, one a redhead, one a golden blonde, and one with jet black hair. They were all decorated with metal bands engraved with intricate scroll work. All had nose rings, nipple rings, a chain hanging from their pussy, and each pussy was locked with three tiny padlocks. Their hooves were the same color as their hair and shone in the bright sun.

“After you relieve yourself, you have permission to introduce yourself to them.”

It did not take her long. She had to go since early morning. Finishing her business, Sue walked over to where Sylvia and the others were standing.

“Tawnie, I would like you to meet Goldwing, Redwing, and Midnight.” Midnight was quite along in her pregnancy.

“I am very glad to meet you all, but why did you called me Tawnie? My name is...”

Goldwing spoke up first: “Glad to meet you Tawnie. We all had our names changed when we became ponies. I haven’t heard my real name in almost two years. When my twins become ponies I know one will be named ‘Spitfire’ and the other probably named ‘Noisy’. Didn’t you hear her the other night?”

The other ponies started to laugh.

“Well, um, I guess I kind of passed out after my branding and didn’t wake up till late the next afternoon. Can I ask you a question, please?”

“Sure,” Redwing spoke up. “I was the one who spoke to you the other night. What is it you would like to know?”

“Well, I was wondering, how come we all have the same bands and rings, our pussies pierced and locked, and a catheter tube in us, but I am the only one that has a metal waist band and decorated with so many bells?”

Tawnie looked over towards Sylvia, who had a sad look on her pretty face, but said nothing.

“Tawnie,” said Goldwing. “We are work and show ponies. We wear leather girth belts and harnesses for work or show. The only permanent bells on us are our nipple bells. You are the Master's dedicated show pony, which is why you are wearing a metal girth belt and it is permanently locked on. You will most likely accompany the Master to all the shows and be put on display. You not only have his initials branded into your left butt cheek, like us, but also his family crest branded into your right butt cheek.”

“Just how were you taken?” asked Redwing. “Were you sold at auction?”

“No, I was vacationing in Turkey, kidnapped, thrown on a plane and flown directly here. I overheard the men that kidnapped me say that, because of my size, I was going to be made a special pony for His Highness.”

“Tawnie, have you been tattooed yet?” asked Midnight.

Tawnie couldn’t help but notice the striking resemblance between Sylvia and Midnight.

Tattooed! But I don’t see any tattoos---Where...?”

“Yes Tawnie,” Sylvia smiled. “Midnight is my daughter. We were sold into slavery a year-and-a-half ago, after my husband deserted us in Algiers, but that’s a long and painful story.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to pry,” replied Tawnie.

“There is no reason to feel sorry, you were not prying.”

For some reason Tawnie felt safe with this woman, like a surrogate mother. And these three ponies were like the sisters she never had.

“No, not Yet, Midnight,” replied Tawnie. “Does it hurt?”

“Only while being done. We have our names tattooed on our lower gums, and the Master’s name tattooed inside our lower lip. Mother, would you like to show Tawnie mine?”

Midnight knelt, and her mother held her lower lip open. Tawnie could see Midnight’s name tattooed in dark blue on her lower gum, and on her lower lip the words: ‘personal property of’ and the full name of their Master.

Turning to the woman, Tawnie asked, “Um, I was wondering---the overseer said that you are the groom for His Highness’s personal ponies, are we the only ones he owns?”

“No Tawnie, you four are the Highness’s personal stock. There is another stable on the other side of the estate that houses another twelve ponies that are available for the use of his guests.

“Tawnie, when we are alone you may call me Sylvia, but right now it is time to lead you all in for your morning milking.”

“Oh, yes please!” said Goldwing laughing. “My breasts are so full my nipples are sore. I will have enough milk to last the twins a week.”

With two leads in each hand, Sylvia led them to the milking room.

Midnight and Redwing were milked using an automatic milking machine. A soft rubber cup, with a clear tube on its end, was placed over each nipple and the suction pump turned on. You could see their milk through the tube running into separate containers that had their names on it. Goldwing and Tawnie were each hand milked. Tawnie watched as Goldwing leaned over what looked like a wide padded saw-horse, her breasts hanging free. Sylvia, sitting on a short stool in front of Goldwing, took each nipple in hand and gently squeezed and tugged. Goldwing quickly half-filled a small stainless pail, but was not fully milked. A groom entered and took her so she could nurse her daughters in her stall.

Tawnie stood as Sylvia took each of her nipples in her mouth in turn. She suckled on her nipples until Tawnie started to flow freely. Tawnie was then placed over the bench and Sylvia began to hand milk her. Tawnie was amazed at how much milk she could give on her first milking. It was enough to please the overseer when he entered carrying her tail.

Using a ladle he took a sip of her milk, saying: “His Highness will be pleased.”

He instructed Sylvia, that after Tawnie’s and Redwing’s milking tomorrow morning, to bring them to the examining room, the doctor will meet us there. Sylvia said nothing, but a sad look again appeared on her pretty face.

Sylvia explained to the smithy what she had in mind. He smiled, saying it was no problem; that he could have Tawnie’s tail done in less than half-an-hour and back to her; that for now he had another tail that could be used. Tawnie was placed on the bench, her ass lubricated, and the tail inserted. This tail did not match her hair, but it was only temporary until her own tail was finished.

“While we are here, His Highness told me that he wants the rubber shoes replaced with highly polished, stainless steel ones, and her hooves dyed chrome. Paint her fingernails and toenails the same, chrome, also.”

“I can have the shoes ready for her after supper and do her hooves, fingernails and toenails now, if you would like, and while that dries I will work on her tail. Bring her back here after supper and will mount her new shoes.”

Tawnie was led back to her stall and on the door was a wooden placard with her name done in fancy script. He unlocked her wrists from her collar and relocked them behind her back, wrist to opposite elbow. She was locked to the wall chain, and fed. She was given oats, barley, cut vegetables and fruit that were placed in a feed trough that was about waist high.

Tawnie gave the overseer a puzzled look.

“Just bend over the trough and eat, ponies do not eat with their hands, but solely with their mouths.”

Tawnie bent over the trough and started to eat. It took awhile and was difficult at best, but she managed to finish all her breakfast. When she stood back up she had as much on her as in her. Her face was covered with oats and barley. The groom and Sylvia were laughing and Tawnie had a smile on her face. Sylvia, brushed the remnants off Tawnie, brushed her teeth and washed her face. Tawnie went over to the water bag and drank. She figured out how to just stick the tube in her mouth and suck on it.

When she finished, he unlocked her wrist, had her hold her arms out in front of her while he placed her in her leather harness and buckled it tight, locking it on. Next he placed her bridle over her head, adjusted the bit, and locked it on behind her head, relocking her wrist, wrist-to-opposite-elbow, attached her lead and led her outside.

In the paddock she saw Midnight, Redwing, and Goldwing. They were tethered to a railing by chains connected to their nose rings. A groom was putting Redwing and Goldwing in tandem to a two person cart. Their girth belts were locked together side-by-side. The outer rings of their belts were connected to the shafts of the cart. A rein, connected to the lower rings on their pussies, led back to the cart. A set of reins attached to their bits also ran back to the cart. They stood tall and erect, their asses proudly presented, waiting for orders. Their rider, using a buggy whip, struck Redwing on her right ass cheek, and with a loud crack of the whip, they were off, their bells ringing as they went.

Tawnie was amazed at the precision of these two ponies; it was as if they were one. Their movements were in perfect unison. When Redwing lifted her right leg, Goldwing lifted hers.

Midnight, being in foal, had a long lead attached to her collar. The trainer unlocked her nose ring and, holding the lead in his hand, had her prance and high-step around in the paddock.

“Now Tawnie, we start your training,” said the overseer. “You will learn how to trot, canter, prance, and perform tricks like counting with your hoof. You will learn simple hand commands, such as kneel-up and kneel-down, and the proper response to questions using your head. One shake of your head means: ‘no thank you.’ Multiple shakes means: ‘that you do not understand.’ One nod of your head means: ‘yes please.’ Multiple nods of your head means: ‘that you understand.’ One stomp of the right hoof means: ‘agitation.’ Multiple stomps means: ‘immediate attention or danger’. Remember, you must never, and I mean never, accept anything offered to you by a stranger, unless given permission to you by His Highness, Sylvia, or myself. Understand?”

Tawnie nodded her head three times.

She was put through her paces, learning how to high-step, prance, trot and canter. He taught her to count using only silent gestures, pony style, using her left hoof.

Picking up her lead, he led her to the railing. Using her nose ring, he chained her to it, and left her there. She started to contemplate all the things that had happened to her in such a short time. Just a few short days ago she was a tourist traveling the world and now her world consisted of being a pony, for the rest of her life. So far, not being able to use her hands was the worst. As for her nose ring, as long as it was not pulled on, it was just another adornment and a sign of her servitude. ‘Yes, this is what I want,’ she thought. ‘It really isn’t so bad, I’m to be a show pony for my Master and maybe I will still be able travel with him’.

Little did she know, but her travels would be limited to an island thirty-eight miles long and fourteen miles wide. She started to practice what she had been taught so far, the using of her head and hooves to convey different meanings. She started to high-step in place. In doing so, she felt the movement of the dildo rubbing against the tender walls of her vagina and was getting highly stimulated. She was on the verge of an intense orgasm.

“Practicing, I see,” said the overseer as he approached her. “That’s a good pony. Your tail is almost ready.”

Releasing her nose ring and grabbing her lead, they headed back to the stables. She was led to a room next to the tack room.

Sylvia was sitting at a small table just finishing Tawnie’s tail. Upon seeing the head groom enter, Sylvia rose from her chair, knelt, with head bowed, not saying a word, greeting him.

“Rise Sylvia, you may speak,” he told her.

“Thank you sir,” she said upon rising. Her tail is finished and it can be inserted anytime you wish.”

Tawnie could see that there was more than just ‘Overseer/slave’ relationship between them. Something deeper! Something in the way they spoke to each other, in the way their eyes met.

“Tawnie, stay with Sylvia,” he ordered.

Returning with some lube, he bent Tawnie over the table and inserted her tail. It now had a steel rod in the end. The hair was separated into eight strands and tightly braided around the rod. Her tail now has a gentle curve in it. It went up, around, and down, standing proudly, about three-inches from her ass cheeks, and hanging even with her fetlocks.

“Sir, I did not cut any of her tail, it is the same length.”

“You did a fine job, His Highness will be pleased. This afternoon I want you to have her bathed, shaved, perfumed and fed early. She is to be presented to His Highness this evening in full regalia. I will bring you the polish, her harness and bridle, She will stay with you while you do all of her bright-work. And you will hand feed her her supper”