My two ponygirls had been on their best behavior for the past week, so I decided to reward them with a trip to the beach. They could hardly contain their excitement as I hitched them up to the cart and loaded the picnic basket. They stamped their feet impatiently, as they loved to get out any chance they got.
Of course, they would cause too much of a commotion at a public beach, so I took them to a semi-private place further down the shore.
Once there, I unhitched them from the cart and tethered them to a tree so they could cool down in the shade before I let them roam free on the beach. I hobbled them first because, even though they were tamed and loyal, there was always the chance that one might suddenly bolt.
Naturally, they couldn't enter the water, but they were content to just enjoy the salty breeze and warm sun.
Then, as Melontits was heading toward me near the cart, she stopped abruptly and started stamping her feet nervously. I swung aroound and caught sight of three young women in swimsuits eyeing us warily from the shade of an abandoned beach house.
"Hello," I called. "We'll be leaving soon if you'd like some privacy."
From the expressions on their faces, I knew that that wasn't their concern, but I wanted to put them at ease. They approached cautiously, their eyes riveted to my ponygirls and getting larger with each step.
By this time Goldenhair had joined her companion, and the two ponygirls stared back at the three women, possibly bewildered by the trio's clothing, lack of restraints, and absence of Master.
The tall athletic one with the toned body in a tight electric blue racing suit pointed to my equine pets. "What. Is. That?" she said, her voice hard with suspicion and disbelief.
"You've never heard of ponygirls?" I got to my feet and beckoned to my two charges, who came to me willingly, if a bit awkwardly due to their hobbles.
"Yeah, but--." Words failed her, probably because she had no previous experience or knowledge of this form of relationship. The fact that my ponygirls were obviously happy only served to confuse her even more. Melontits and Goldenhair nuzzled me with affection as I stroked their shaven heads.
The athletic girl blinked. "This is so fucking-- weird. You actually treat them like horses?"
I nodded. "It's what they've chosen to do."
The other two girls were silent, their mouths open. "They *enjoy* this?" said the leader.
"Of course. Look at them. I treat them well; give them a sense of security. They prefer this to the rat race of the cities. It's a tough world out there."
By this time, the other two had edged closer. As they eyed the elaborate tack, they began asking questions, which I answered matter-of-factly. It was obvious their curiosity was getting the best of them, so I took a chance.
"Either of you like to see what it's like? I've got extra equipment in the cart."
They glanced at each other with mischievious eyes, ignoring the disapproving noises made by their athletic friend.
"I dare you."
"You first."
The standoff ended when one stepped boldly forward and followed me to the cart.
"These are new, and nylon instead of leather, but you should get the effect just the same."
The leader stepped forward. "Jennifer--"
Jennifer stuck her tongue out. "Oh, don't be such a scaredy-cat."
She stood there laughing at her shocked friends as I draped the harness over her body and tightened the straps. I brought her arms back and imprisoned her wrists in the cuffs attached to the back strap, apologizing for the fact that they weren't attached to the waist belt like they were on the leather harnesses.
She opened her mouth, and I eased the rubber bit in gently before securing the bridle around her head. She giggled and mugged for her friends, who seemed content to let her wallow in her foolishness.
I clipped a lead to one bit ring and led her out to the beach, her friends following close by for protection. Jennifer pranced along, enjoying her role as the clownish daredevil.
I had her trot and gallop in a circle around me, barking orders-- "Back straight! Knees higher!"-- and snapping the riding whip half-heartedly, taking care not to test her limits too much. After a few minutes, I stopped and reined her in.
It was clear she enjoyed her little session of role-playing. I led her back to her friends, and was pleased to see that she remained in character, trotting like an obedient mare.
While the leader was clearly disheartened, the other friend was definitely intrigued. I hitched Jennifer to a tree, tying her lead to an overhead branch.
"How about you?" I said to the other girl.
She shrugged and stepped over to the cart. Though she was quiet as I harnessed and bridled her, I could tell by her eyes that she was certainly fascinated by what was being done to her.
I took her out to the beach and put her through the paces. She was hesitant at first, but soon got into the spirit of things, even overdoing it-- she raced around me in a gallop and whinnied loudly in an attempt to outdo her friend.
When I saw that she was starting to get tired, I pulled her in and led her back to the trees, where I hitched her up to a tree several feet away from the other girl.
The leader was clearly pissed. "I think this has gone on long enough," she hissed. "Let them go now."
"C'mon. You know you want to do it, too."
This lit her fire. She stormed over to me. "LISTEN--"
This was exactly what I hoped she would do. I was at the cart, and I pulled out a spray bottle. It was filled with a knock-out drug diluted in water. As she got in my face, I sprayed her right in the eyes. She jumped back, blinked a few times, and collapsed to the ground.
I acted quickly, pulling out the last set of restraints. By this time, her friends had caught on that things had taken a wrong turn, as they could partly see what I was doing to their friend, and they began to struggle and cry out. When I had the last girl secured, I called the Commissioner of Equine Acquisitions, and was told an officer would be sent out shortly.
The other two were twisting around like fish on a hook, trying to free their arms or break free of the trees, desperation written all over their faces.
"I hope you like being ponygirls," I said, "because that's what you'll be from now on."
They stopped and looked at me, tears beginning to spill from their eyes. They began pleading with me to let them go, their speech garbled by the rubber bits lodged deep in their mouths. I just stood there and smiled. Within a few minutes, they stopped begging and collapsed against their trees, sobbing.
Not long after, the CEA officer arrived. The girls refused to tell us who they were or where their ID was, but we found it in their belongings. As the officer checked out their identities and drew up the ownership papers, I soothed my ponygirls and hitched them back up to the cart, keeping my eye on the leader the whole time.
She began to awake before I had my fillies fully hitched up, so the officer watched over her until I finished.
As soon as she saw herself in restraints, she knew she was trapped. Still, she kept up a brave front, even as the officer held her down while I shaved her head. She offered little resistance as we reined her to the back of the cart.
The other two continued to wail as their heads were shaved and they were reined up next to their friend. Luckily, I had a long adjustable pole that attached to the backs of their collars, preventing them from getting too close and freeing each other. And since they wore only flip-flops, I duct-taped them to their feet, so they wouldn't lose them on the trip home.
As the officer left, he swatted the leader on the ass. "Be good, girls." She kicked out at him, but he was prepared for that, and jumped out of the way. I pulled out my riding crop and gave her a couple good swats. "NO! NO!" Her body jerked, unable to fully escape the punishment.
I got in the cart and looked back at my three new charges. "Ready? Anybody who doesn't keep pace loses her bathing suit. Got that?"
They glanced at each other, saw that there was nothing they could do, and lowered their gazes.
"Good. Step lively, girls."
I went at a reasonable pace. Even so, I heard almost constant whimpering, which I ignored. As much as they hated their new status, they would have to get used to it.
They got a little more agitated as we started down suburban streets, perhaps ashamed at being seen in their bound and submissive state-- one more thing they would have to get over.
I was almost home when a police car stopped me and asked for my ID and ownership papers. The three girls, believing this was their ticket to freedom, began struggling and pleading. The officer ignored them as he checked my documents. When he gave a friendly wave and got back in his patrol car, the girls could only stand there in stunned silence. Their fate was sealed.
They were totally silent the rest of the journey, and were completely meek and compliant when the stablehands and I took them into the stalls. We took them to the "breaking room", where we tethered them to poles and stripped them of their suits, leaving them naked and helpless. In cup holders attached to their poles, we placed a large cup of water and a cup filled with chocolate milkshake, both with straws.
Being hot and thirsty, they eagerly drank the water. It took a little while before they tried the shakes, but their cravings soon got the best of them. What they didn't know was that the shakes contained a diuretic and a laxative.
It took a little while, but the result was worth it. As they leaned against their poles, moaning and trying to communicate through their bits, their eyes flew open over the next few minutes and they began squirming.
I entered with the stablehands, and we drank beers and watched as they danced around in discomfort. Soon, they let loose, first one and then the others, spraying the ground with their urine. A few minutes later, the diarrhea started, and they turned their reddened faces away, unable to face us as their bowels let loose.
We left them there another couple hours, until the drugs had run their course, then hosed them down with cold water, dried them off, and took them to their stalls.
We kept them separated so they couldn't communicate, and exchanged their flip-flops for pony boots. They stared despondently out from their tiny bare quarters, thoroughly defeated.
It was only then that I looked at their files. Their names were Diamond, Breeze, and Anna-Marie, and they were all models for the Earthly Angels Modeling Agency. That meant I had to make a call and inform the agency that three of their girls were no longer available. It was quite a coup and, if they trained well, could be very profitable to me.