Ponygirls

by Casimir Constantine
- do not use without the author's permission.


Chapter 2

So distracted do you become that you don't even notice the man approaching until the gate swings open on creaky hinges and he walks into the stall with you. He begins to make soothing sounds as he closes the gate and walks up behind you. You try to turn your head and see, but all you get are images of dark hair, a large build and a plaid shirt.

As he reaches you he literally takes your skull in his large hand forces you to face the wall. He continues to make soothing sounds as he runs his hands down your back and gently massages your rump, then your quivering legs. He finally speaks in a deep voice tinged with a Southern accent.

“You are outta shape little pony. We're going to have to work on that muscle tone. Cart ponies and breeders need to be just as fit as racers.”

His strong hands bring a pleasant relaxation to your legs and after a few minutes he unlatches your nose from the wall and turns you to face him. He is big, barrel shaped, but you get a sense that he isn't at all flabby, just built like that. His hair is longish as though he doesn't go the barber often and he has a nearly trimmed full face beard. He stands before you in a blue plaid shirt, jeans and wears both westerns boots and a heavy leather belt with a large buckle that has an engraved image of a pony girl pulling a cart.

He looks you over and says, “You're not going to give me any trouble now are you? You do, and I'll hang you from the stringer and whale on that pretty behind of yours with my belt. I do that once you aren't ever going to want me to do that again. And I'm betting you really don't want me to do it even once.”

He looks deep and seriously into your eyes. “Now you listen up little Puppet. Me and you are together until one of us leaves this farm, or I ask not to work with you anymore. So we need to understand each other real well. I will only punish you when you need it, if you try real hard and still fail, I'll punish you, but much less than if I even think you aren't trying your best. You ever make me think I'm getting anything but your best, my belt will be the least of your worries. But I don't want to have to break you little pony. I want you to learn to be a happy eager pony. And I think you have the makings of that. So let's get you into your tack. Just to make sure it all fits and you can see how purdy you'll look.”

He leads you from the stall to another room, the walls and shelves are filled with all sort of strappy buckly leather bits. He leads you to the center of the room where an odd looking pole with a what looks like a flanged dildo juts a couple of feet from the floor. The shaft has the hole and button arrangement that make it look like it is of adjustable height. Above it a heavy chain with clips dangles from the ceiling. He releases the shaft of the pole and drops it quite low, then he stands you over it and raises it a bit. You can feel him doing something to your butt plug, then you feel it shrink and pull from your anus. You hear the clicking sound of the pole changing size again and feel it being shoved up into the now vacant and gapping hole in your ass. You make an involuntary yip of surprise as it is raised until you can do nothing but stand with legs slightly spread.

Next you feel him pull your arms away from you back and unclip your cuffs. He pulls your hands across each other behind you and to shoulder height. You whimper feeling your muscles and shoulder joints strain as you are forced into a reverse prayer position, your cuffs are fastened together and the chain over head pulled down and fastened to it. You quiver, each muscle having no choice but to be where it is, held in place completely and helplessly by a slender pole and a single over head chain.

He steps back and looks you over again, “They gave me your sizes when you went in, but I figure things have changed a wee bit, and will change more as you get trained up. So I'll fit you out with that in mind. I think we'll go with something that will contrast nicely with your skin. Violet I think. You'd look real purdy in violet. But for now, we'll go with the standard training gear in black. That will match your hooves and gloves. If you are good little pony we'll fit you out with a purdy colored harness made custom for you. But not till you've finished training!

He turns and begins to collect things from hooks and shelves all about you...

The large man moves to you and carefully fits a black leather harness around your torso. It consists of a wide belt just below your breasts, a pair of straps make a triangle over each breast leaving the nipple exposed, along with most of the breast, the top o f the triangle has a ring that attaches to a strap that goes over your shoulder. You feel something clipped to something else and can guess that a single strap comes up from the belt and the shoulder straps clip to it. You also realize that this part of the harness serves as sort of a bra, lifting and supporting your breasts, but hiding nothing. Next an even wider belt is fastened low on your hips. Large metal rings are mounted in front, back and on each side.

Next he fits a wide collar around your neck and snaps it shut. It forces your chin high and your neck straight. Last, he fits a bridle around your face and buckles it behind your head. A bit gag is fastened to this, forcing your teeth and mouth open, it is covered in a hard rubber and proves only slightly uncomfortable as you bite down into it.

He then unfastens one hand and replaces the pink rubber glove with an essentially identical black leather mitt. Then he fastens the D-ring to the ring on the back of your belt, just above where your tail would be. He repeats this with your other hand. Then he carries over a black boot, he squats, putting his shoulder under your rump for you to lean on as he lifts one foot and replaces the pink boot with black leather. Again this is repeated.

Only after all this is done does he remove the plug from your rump and put your tail back in. He moves around in front of you and smiles. “Now you be a good pony and try hard and tomorrow we'll put a pretty plume on you. But you have to work hard to earn your pretties. Understand me? If you do, stomp once. One stomp is yes, two stomps is no.”