I expected Mr. Trune to come and get me, but to my further humiliation it was April who came to unfasten me.
“Well, I suppose we better get you sorted out then.”
I was surprised when she brought a padded leather blindfold up to my face and quickly wrapped it around my head blocking out all light.
“In my opinion, inexperienced ponies like you need to be blinkered so that they can concentrate on doing what they are told.” She didn’t sound condescending, she just said it matter of factly as if it was evidently true.
I’d always thought that blinkers allowed a pony to look ahead and only ahead, but it seemed that April believed that a blinkered pony should not be able to see at all, that a blind pony would have to rely on her handler for everything. Having been unfastened once more from the post, I began to understand that it would be an excellent training technique. She commanded me to “walk on” and after some sharp smacks with her tawse I had to walk forward and trust that she would not allow me to walk into something or stumble.
I was extremely nervous about this new turn of events. I had no idea where I was going. I hoped it was back to the tack room so that I could be dressed again and put an end to this ordeal.
I found myself being turned left and right at what seemed like April’s whim, always emphasised by a tap of the tawse of my left or right buttock. I could hear people talking as we passed them, or they passed us. I found myself walking on softer ground, then back to hard ground and then onto soft ground once more.
“Good girl,” she complimented me each time I negotiated a turn to her satisfaction. “You’re learning quickly, excellent.”
It seemed to me that April was promenading me around the show. Was I being shown off some more? I couldn’t imagine that there was anyone who hadn’t already seen me and examined me thoroughly. It did cross my mind that apart from my mother and doctors the only people to see me naked were the folk here.
The noise of the people died down and I wondered where she was taking me. My heart beat faster as I remembered that the tack room was away from the crowd. “At last,” I thought to myself.
April brought me to a halt and then told me that I was about to walk up a slight incline. I was confused. I couldn’t remember a ramp at the tack room earlier. A tap of the tawse on my reddened buttock accompanied by the now familiar “walk on” had me taking a tentative step forward.
It was definitely a ramp, wooden by the sound my boot made on it. It turned out to be quite short and I was soon halted inside a small room, from the sound of the echoes. April was up the ramp behind me, brushed passed me and I could hear her arranging something.
“Let’s get you sorted out.”
She pulled me forward a couple of steps and off to one side besides a wall. She guided me to stand with my feet either side of a lump on the floor. With no sight I couldn’t see what it was.
I felt her unbuckling the crotch strap. “Thank god,” was all I could think.
“Still randy I see,” she chuckled as she felt between my legs. “Lets get this tail out,” and it was with great relief that I felt her pulling on the evil plug that had been my constant companion for hours now. Once it was removed, it left an empty feeling inside and I hoped that it hadn’t ruined my bottom for ever.
“OK, now I need you to get down onto your knees.” She held me gently to ensure that I didn’t fall over as she guided me down. It was a little awkward but I managed it. I could feel the length of the lump against my legs. I was surprised when I felt April tighten a strap around my left ankle and then again for my right one. Whatever she had in mind I was going to be staying here, at least for now.
Then she told me to sit back slowly. I felt her guiding my bottom downwards. Then a moment of shock hit me. I could feel a protrusion pushing between my cheeks and she guided it against my anus. It was apparently attached to the lump between my legs. I reacted with shock and tried to push up away from it.
“Now, now,” April chided me, “lets not spoil it now. You’ve been a good filly for me so far.” She applied pressure on my shoulders and in the position I was in I didn’t have much leverage to prevent what was coming. I put up a little struggle but in moments the new plug pushed passed my sphincter and pressed deeper and deeper. Eventually it was fully embedded within me and my buttocks rested on the smooth lump between my legs. It was shaped so that it cupped my buttocks behind me and rose up between my legs in front conforming to the curves of my body.
The new intruder felt larger than my tail had been and was extremely uncomfortable. When the pressure was removed from my shoulders I tried to rise off it, only to be pushed back down with an admonishment from April.
Then I felt her fiddling behind me, followed by some pressure on the rear of my belt. I realised that she had buckled a new strap to it and my fears were confirmed when I tried to rise once more. The strap held me down tightly on the plug.
“Good, now you sit still and I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I heard her walking away and down the ramp as she said this. I was worried to be left alone in darkness and helpless. At least earlier I had been aware of my environment. Now I could be anywhere and anyone could be watching me, anyone could come and take advantage of me and I wouldn’t even know who they were.
These thoughts preyed on my mind constantly for the next few minutes. I imagined how I must look, bound, gagged, blindfolded and kneeling. Would anyone watching me know that my bottom was plugged by the huge invader?
I was agitated and I heard my nipple bells tinkling as I shook my body trying to find some give in my bonds. I imagined that my watchers would be laughing behind their hands as they watched me struggle and that just made me struggle more to try and get free. Unfortunately I could not break the straps or even loosen them in the slightest. My movements were severely restricted though. The plug in my arse made it impossible to move my hips more than a centimetre or two. All I did was end up rubbing my tender pussy against the curved “saddle”, as I came to think of it, between my legs.
I felt like I’d been left alone for ten or fifteen minutes and I began to wonder whether April had left me there, whether she had forgotten about me. Maybe I’d be stuck here I thought. Would I be left here all weekend? Would someone miss me on Monday? Someone would surely find me.
I did my best to calm myself, to hold the panic at bay, but it was growing more and more difficult as the minutes raced by. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
Suddenly I heard April’s voice behind me, “You’re at the ramp, walk on.” Then I heard feet on the ramp, echoing loudly, and I realised that she was leading another pony into the small room.
This was confirmed as April led her next to me. I felt April’s trousers brush against my shoulder as she stepped passed me. I heard the other girl kneel besides me and imagined I heard a grunt. Had she just been seated on a plug as I had been. April praised the other girl as she completed binding her in place.
I wondered if she was one of the other novices. I imagined that it was ‘confident pony’. I couldn’t see ‘nervous pony’ calmly allowing herself to be fastened down on the plug as calmly as this pony had been.
“Right then,” April interrupted my thoughts, “let’s get you randy fillies home.”
Relief washed over me. My ordeal was over at last. Part of me was disappointed. I’d been introduced to the wonder of orgasms. It had been an amazing ride but I was glad it was over, I knew I’d spend a long time trying to reconcile my feelings about the humiliating events of the day with the way that I’d reacted to them.
Instead of unfastening me though I heard April walking down the ramp. I was confused, but it was nothing new for the day. However, it was only when I heard the loud clattering and final clangs as she lifted the ramp and locked it in place that I realised I was in a horse box. I was shocked. What was April doing?
The box rocked alarmingly for a few moments as she prepared it for the road. I began to struggle once more and as before I just ended feeling pain in my bottom from the immovable plug and embarrassment from the shaking of the bells.
However, my struggles were halted as soon as the engine started. A deep pulsing vibration leapt to life between my legs. The plug transmitted them deep into my body. Then I felt the box jolt as April pulled away. Every bump and hump resulted in the plug quivering inside me.
It was pretty painful initially as we jounced across the field. Once we hit the tarmac though the pain subsided to be replaced by a low vibration. This began to have an effect on me. To my embarrassment I found myself pressing my crotch onto the saddle. The vibrations were not strong enough though to allow me to reach the pleasure I craved, and the journey just left me hovering in frustration beyond the point I needed to reach.
The journey could have lasted hours for all I knew, I was lost in between rubbing myself against the saddle to try and bring myself to orgasm and panting moments of frustration as I caught my breath after the moments of furious exertion. Eventually the horse box came to a rest.