"So you think this is demeaning, do you?" Princess sneered at me, and then hesitated to look around cautiously to make sure that nobody else could see her talking. She knew she'd get in trouble for that, after all. "You think this is demeaning? Well, I don't know... I don't mind the harness that she makes me wear, or the reins she attaches to my nipples. At least I get to run in the wind, and get treated like a proud, pretty little pony. And you should see the groom who brushes my mane. He's rugged, and he's got a dick that... well, it's more than enough, we'll say."

I hated it when she got all smug like that. That little devious smile when she was going to get the upper hand. It made me nervous, even though she was the one enduring six months punishment as a ponygirl.

"Notice how she doesn't even have to hitch me to the cart? It's really kind of fun, you know. I actually like the bit and bridle, when they use it. Sure, I have to wear that damn cage, but when she attaches the lead there, it can be quite a wild experience."

Now I knew that she was up to something. I knew that cage must be tormenting her terribly, but she wasn't losing her composure. I had gotten her into all sorts of trouble, but she didn't even seem phased. Had I been found out? Did Princess know something that I didn't?

"What I really like is the pony shows. All that attention, the petting, the treats... the races are a little harder, but it's all worth it. You think this is demeaning? Don't be silly," she sneered, "this is hardly demeaning compared to what they have planned for you..!"

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