We had known Bob and Sue for years. Like most of our friends, they were into pony play and BDSM. I hadn't heard from Bob for a few years. So it came as a surprise when he invited us out for the opening day of deer season. I normally don't hunt regularly, preferring fishing, but Bob was adamant. I promised we'd be there the day before opening day. Almost in what seemed to be an after thought, he asked me to bring our pony gear.

It was about 2 weeks till opening day. I took down my trusty muzzleloader and set up a range. Two days and every cuss word I knew later, I was finally making decent groups at 50 yards. Fortunately for my budget, my hunting clothes still fit. S got us packed and ready to go. We stopped on the way out of town to buy a deer license for me.

Bob and Sue live some 200 miles away. I knew he wouldn't ask us over without a good reason. I also knew that opening day of deer season wasn't that good an excuse. Besides if venison were really the goal, he wouldn't have asked us to bring our pony gear. I would have turned down Bob's invitation considering the price of gas, but my curiosity had gotten the best of me.

Bob and Sue's spread was about 100 acres of forestland. It sits in the foothills and has big deer. We pulled up in the driveway about noon as promised. As we rounded the bend, I could see Bob standing in the road waving to us. What was strange was that Alex was missing. Alex is Bob's pony. The little Shetland had been raised from a foal by Bob and Sue. The last time we had been here the pony had run alongside our truck. This time the pony was no where in sight.

Bob was joined by Sue as we pulled up to the house. The four of us quickly unloaded the gear and headed for the house. After an early dinner, Bob and I sat on the porch having brews and catching up on current events. It took awhile before Bob got around to telling me about Alex. Alex had gotten very old and had gone blind. While Sue was walking the pony, he had broken loose and ran off. Bob had found the pony with a broken leg and in pain. He had to end their old friend's life. Rising from his chair, he led me to Alex's headstone out back.

Returning to the porch, we spent the rest of the day reminiscing. Bob said he had been out scouting and found a good spot a few hundred yards from the house. Since 4 AM is really early, everyone turned in early.

The next morning, S and I got dressed and followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen.

Bob was sitting alone in the kitchen. Him, a platter of pastries, and a steaming mug of coffee greeted me. Remembering that S didn't drink coffee, Bob had a glass of iced tea for her. Bob explained Sue's absence by saying she would join us shortly.

4:30 found Bob and I headed out the door. I stopped dead in my tracks. Sue was standing outside the gate. She was wearing a bit and bridle and the shafts of the pony cart were attached to a heavy belt around her waist. Her wrists were locked to the shafts by rubber cuffs.

Even more marked was her garb. She wore heavy boots to protect her feet. From her boots to her neck she wore a hunter's orange suit that was skintight. The area between her legs was covered a nylon mesh. Bob explained that in case she needed to urinate she could do so without damaging the suit. The harness belt was padded to prevent chaffing. Her breast covers were held closed by Velcro strips. The half moons of her well-rounded buttocks were the only exposed parts of her body. She is a small-framed female. I wondered about her ability to pull a cart.

I knew Bob had used Alex to pull the little cart when he went hunting. I called back into the house for S to join us in case more pony power was needed. As we headed into the woods with Bob leading his pony girl, he explained that since Alex died last summer, Sue had been training to take his place. We headed towards the blind followed by Sue and her cart. Leaving S holding the reins, Bob and I made our way to the blind. The sun was just rising as we spotted a group of deer emerging from the forest. I motioned for Bob to go for it.

Bob took the biggest doe with one shot. Knowing that the shot probably spooked every other deer in the area, I went back for the cart. Bob and I loaded the deer into the cart and S started to urge Sue to pull. Sue strained as hard as she could, but the added weight of the deer proved too much for her. Even the crop across her naked buttocks didn't help. Finally Bob unhitched her from the cart and S took her place. S is a big girl. Taking a strain, she started the wheels rolling. Once she started the cart moving S set a pace and pulled the cart home.

Bob had cuffed Sue's wrists behind her back and slung our rifles over her shoulders. He clipped her reins to the cart so she got to watch S work.

S was getting winded by the time we arrived at the house. Bob and I loaded the deer into his truck, and he headed for the butcher. He had left Sue lashed to a post. S left the cart by Sue and went in to get something to drink. She brought a bottle of water and gave Sue a drink.

Bob returned in an hour. Uncuffing Sue, he told her to go inside, remove her suit get cleaned up and start lunch. Lunch was a quiet meal. Sue seemed contrite about her inability to pull the loaded cart. That night, Bob, S and I decided that for the rest of the hunt, S would pull the cart if it was laden and Sue would pull the cart any other time. Sue started to object but thought better of it.

The next day it rained. Bob and I decided that hunting was out. Everyone piled into Bob's truck and headed for the butcher's shop. The shop was in the small town about 20 miles from the farm. We had lunch in town and picked up the butchered deer.

The weather turned nice overnight. Early the next morning, we headed back out to the blind. Sue was dressed in her orange suit. S had on a jump suit and wore an orange vest and hat. Sue pulled the little cart down the trail. Leaving S holding the reins, Bob and I made our way down to blind. The morning was almost over when a buck broke cover and entered my field of fire. I primed my rifle and took my shot. The buck turned and collapsed. After making sure of the kill, Bob went to bring the cart down. Sue was pulling the cart. We loaded the deer onto the cart. When Bob went to unhitch Sue, she shook her head, 'no'.

Sue started to take a strain on the shafts trying to move the weighted cart. After watching her try with everything she had to move the cart, I told her to halt. Putting S's bit on her; I positioned her in front of Sue. With a long length of rope, I fashioned a harness around S's chest and tied the rope to the shafts. With both females in tandem, the cart moved easily.

After reaching the house, Bob once again took the deer to the butcher. I unhitched the females. Sue and S went to clean up and start lunch. I sat down on the porch and S brought me a cup of coffee. I was still sitting there when Bob returned. He joined me on the porch. We sat there as the day closed and the air took on the chill of autumn. Finally Sue called us in for dinner.