It all started after it all ended. I was a very old woman and I was in a hospital bed, gasping my last breath. It’s probably better not to dwell on that. Next thing I know, I’m in a forest with the sounds of leaves rustling and birds chirping. My first assumption was that this was some sort of hallucination to shield my mind from the fact I was dying. But time went on and on and I was still there and it was way too real.

Something felt strange. I looked down and the first crazy thought was, “Wow, my breasts sure have perked up again.”

It was more than that, I could see long red hair. My hair had been grey for a long time. My waist was narrow and my hips wide. I reached a river where I could see my reflection. What was looking up at me was a gorgeous young woman of average height but with high breasts, a gorgeous tan and a fantastic figure. This was exaggerating even when I was young, more like my ideal fantasy of my appearance than reality.

I was on the top of a mountainous area. Food and drink was bountiful here and it was warm. Within an hour, I descended and reached even ground. I walked out of the forest into a clearing and it took me by surprise. A hundred yards across a field was a building that looked like a barn or stable and, beyond that, a house. I walked over to the stable and went into it first as it was closer.

When I went in, the first thing I saw was a woman standing inside a stall, her arms bound behind her back, naked except for a body corset tightly tied, her breasts bare. She looked at me hopefully.

“Uh, hi, could you let me out?” she stammered.

I had no clue what was going on here.

“Am I supposed to do that?” I asked.

More than anything, I said it to bide my time and think.

“Yes, please, get me out of here.”

She moved over to the door of the stall, bumping against it, her bound arms making it impossible to reach the latch.

“Exactly where is here?” I asked.

“I don’t know for sure,” she said. “I’m pretty sure it’s the afterlife. I was in a car accident. The next thing I knew, I was here.”

“You died?” I said. “I understand. That’s what happened to me.”

“Yes?” she said. “That’s how everybody gets here. They appear somewhere in the woods and end up here.”

“Why are you bound like that?”

“I guess it’s my punishment,” she said. “From what I’ve overheard, there are levels of punishment, different realities. This is one of the milder ones because we were not all that bad as people, just a bit selfish. My life since I got here is nothing but being in this stable and being taken for runs. It’s not nearly as bad as what I’ve heard rumors of in some realms. The thing is, I tried to be decent about things. When I came here, I found a man tied just as I am tied right now. He explained that here in this realm, we have to always tell the truth. He explained that someone always has to wear this arm sheathe and corset. If someone were to remove it from him and no one was wearing it within a few minutes, both the former wearer and the person that removed it would be cast into a worse level of punishment. But he said there was a possibility. If I helped him, we could share the burden. Except for those that trained us, there was nobody else here. They never ventured into the woods that he knew of. If I freed him, we could each wear the sheathe and the corset in turns, him one day and I the next.

I thought it over and felt sorry for him. Also, he was good-looking and life with him seemed better than life alone. So I freed him from the bonds and let him put them on me. But he deceived me. Once free, he left me here. It was because he only said that we could be together and we could share the burden. He never actually said we would so he never technically lied. But I’m neither lying nor deceiving you. If you free me, we will share the burden and be together.”

“Aw, poor baby. I guess I should help you,” I said.

She flushed a little at the comment. Truth to tell, being young and virile again, my libido was on fire. I had always explored only my hetero side but also had regretted that, except for a couple of times in college, I had never explored my interest in women. The idea of being with this gorgeous woman was hot.

“My name is Kalinda,” she said. “At least it used to be. Please, if you could just let me out.”

Kalinda tried yet again to reach the latch on the stall but still could not do it. She bumped against it frustrated.

“Okay, relax, baby,” I said. “I’ll help you.”

I began untying her arms. She sighed in relief.

“Oh, thank God,” she muttered.

It took a few minutes but I got her loose. She gave me full access, arching her back to help. Once she was free, she rubbed her arms.

“Oh,” she groaned.

“Feeling better?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, thank you,” she said.

She started trying to get the corset off and I helped her.

“We have to hurry,” she said.

Once it was loose, she gasped in relief.

“It feels so good to be able to take deep, full breaths again. Thank you so much.”

She hugged and kissed me deeply. I was aroused and in heaven in spite of my apparent real location. My pussy was wet and my breasts tingled.

Kalinda smiled and picked up the corset she had been wearing. I did not protest as she put it around my waist. She laced it up, putting her knee into my back to really get it tight.

“It's very tight,” she said. “It doesn't even cover the breasts, more lifts and exposes them.”

She pulled it as tight as she possibly could.

“You can't imagine how much I appreciate this,” she said.

The breath exploded out of me as my waist was constricted unbelievably tight. I could barely breathe. I had to take short, shallow breaths very rapidly as my ribcage could not expand. My breasts were pushed up nice and full. Then I put my arms behind my back and she eased them into the sheathe. My arms extended downwards. She laced it up, tying it incredibly tight. I felt my shoulders wrenched and my elbows pulled together, my arms bound immovably.

She walked over to a sink with two basins and faucets and filled a glass of water, taking a long drink.

“Oh,” she sighed, “that is so refreshing. Want a drink?”

“Sure,” I said. “It’s been a couple of hours. Say, could you loosen these a little? Is it really necessary that they be this tight?”

She held the glass while I drank. Within a minute, it was getting hard to think though. I felt woozy.

After a minute, Kalinda said, “What is your name, dear?”

“Um, uh, Willow,” I stammered.

It was hard to think at all.

Kalinda said, “I’m so glad you happened along. You can't believe how mortified I was in that position.”

I was struggling to regain some coherence.

“Yes and now you only need to be that way one day out of every two,” I said.

Ignoring my words, she said, “And that drink I was given- I couldn't even think. I'm much clearer now.”

She looked me over.

“But I think you're much more suited,” she said. “You have that big boobed bimbo ‘I’m a cheap whore and I want you to fuck me’ look. Even your sultry voice begs for it.”

Suddenly, she pinched my ass.

“Ouch,” I gasped in surprise.

“Hey wait a minute. Bimbo? Cheap whore? I’m neither. Untie me right now,” I demanded.

“Hmm,” she purred, “but then I’d have to be bound again. I don't think that is good for me, do you?”

She stuck a finger into my pussy as I started to answer. I moaned but managed to say, “But we can share the burden. How could you be able to lie? Stop pinching me.”

She smirked.

“Aw, now who is the poor baby?” she mocked.

“But but but but I let you go after I said that. You don't want to do this. Let me go.”

Kalinda turned to the sink and returned with another glass of water. She tilted my head back pinching my nose.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm nnnnnnnnnnnn nnnnn nnnnnnno,” I wailed as I finally had to open my mouth to breathe.

She filled my mouth with water and held it closed, making me drink. She moved close and whispered, “There, now you can start thinking right.”

Within a minute, I felt my mind clouding over. She watched and whispered, “Only able to think of being a good pony.”

She caressed my breasts, circling the aureolas with her fingers.

“Good pony, good pony, not human, you whinny and neigh.”

I moaned and let out a sound like a whinny and then like a neigh. She watched as my body flushed with the effects of the drug. “Why are you doing this? Why? Whinniiee.”

She lightly caressed my pussy lips.

“Whiniiieeeiniie,” I moaned, my mind all but gone.

“Such a sight for anyone coming into the stable,” she laughed. “So eager to offer yourself, ready to prance, show yourself, wiggle for any women that walk in.”

She grinned.

“And of course any men too, so ready to suck, cocks or pussies, your tongue so expert.”

I whinnied agreement. Satisfied that I would not be a problem, she laughed. I continued mindlessly whinnying and prancing in my stall, a beast of burden, human thought almost gone.

Apparently, only one big swallow of that water was only enough to cloud my mind for a little while. Within an hour, I started regaining my wits.

"What? Where?" I gasped.

I looked around, surprised to see Kalinda was still there. She was pushing at the door.

“What did you do to me?” I demanded. “You intend to keep me this way.”

I struggled in my bonds trying to breathe against the heavy corset, struggling against the sheathe

“The door,” Kalinda said. “There was one piece to this puzzle I didn’t know about. Okay. I admit it, I was lying. The whole thing about how someone can’t lie in this realm was a lie. I made it up. You never tested it by trying to lie. The whole thing about the guy I freed, I made it up. I was captured and brought here. The whole thing about a deeper level of punishment I made up too. This is the level we were put at and here we stay. I lied about that too. But now I see there is one last trick. Only the person wearing the pony gear can open the door. The former wearer has to get out the door one time to be free. I can’t get out unless you open the door willingly. Please open it.”

I laughed.

“What good does that do me?” I said. “If I open it, you’ll just leave me tied up so why should I open it?”

“Please, I promise,” she said.

I scoffed.

“This is so stupid,” I said. “We could both have gotten away.”

“Wait, I know,” she said. “There is a way you can trust me because I’ll have no choice but to obey you. I’ll drink the drug. I’ll be dumb and have to follow your orders. You drank it yourself. You know what it does.”

I did indeed. Human thought was very hard with the drug in effect. Disobedience to orders was impossible.

She filled a glass with water and I watched her drink it all down. Within a minute, she started staring vacantly.

I smiled knowing I had her now.

"Untie me,” I ordered.

She pointed at the door dumbly.

“Oh, right,” I said.

I hauled off and kicked the door with my heavy, horseshoe shaped pony boots and then kicked it again. It swung open. As I stood looking at my freedom, a shackle was suddenly cuffed around my right ankle. As I looked down, another shackle cuffed my left ankle with only about two inches of chain between them so I could only hobble, mincing in short mini-steps, completely unable to kick now.

“What? No, untie me,” I ordered. “Untie me and let me bind you.”

As I spoke, she snapped a posture collar around my neck. Now I could not even turn my head from side to side or look down, only straight ahead and up a little bit.

“No, you stupid drugged beast,” I stammered. “What are you doing? Untie me now.”

Kalinda picked up a ring gag. As she looked me in the eyes, she laughed as I realized she had only been pretending.

“But how?” I gasped as she put the ring gag into my mouth, strapping it tight and forcing my mouth to stay wide open.

She smirked and put a finger into my mouth, moving it in and out as my eyes widened in anger and helplessness.

“The ring gag makes you good for suckling, baby,” she said. “You can’t even bite.”

“Mmmmph, mmmmph,” I moaned.

My toned body jiggled as I turned red with anger and fear as she led me to the stall.

“Now, had you been paying attention, you would have noticed that there are two sink basins and two faucets. When you first saw me drink, it was out of the left one. That’s the normal water. Then when I drugged you, it was with water from the right faucet. Just now, I drank from the left faucet again. You had a second chance and still, here you are, all bound and helpless. Aw, poor baby.”

I moaned and writhed, “Nppphh! Nnnnpphh!”

She tied me into the stall bent forwards at the waist and with my collar chained to the wall above a trough. She filled it with water from the sink.

“Now dear, that is the drugged water. But it’s the only water you can reach. Of course, with that ring gag, you'll have to suck it hard to get any. Trust me, you may want to drink it and become even dumber. I’ve left your ass wiggling and high for all to see.”

She gave my ass a slap.

I writhed and struggled, ass jiggling. I moaned helplessly, tricked again.

“Of course if you drink too much at once, there is a danger you might go into beast mentality forever so show moderation, baby. Then again, I heard that tomorrow they intend to perform operations, ones that will now be performed on you poor baby. You’ll really be a pony girl.”

Kalinda traced her finger teasingly around my ring gag.

“Hmm,” she mocked. “I wonder if any men will walk in here? They might get ideas. Ring gags are so suggestive aren't they? Then again, I’m getting ideas too since your tongue can come out but you can’t close your mouth to bite.”

I moaned in terror at what was going to happen to me. I wanted to cry but all I could manage was, “Wtttthh oppph.”

Kalinda laughed and patted my ass, then walked out the door.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “Only the person in the sheathe is recognized as a human pony. I can come and go as I please now. I’m sure I’ll come back to visit you but, for right now, I just want to go into the forest and enjoy my freedom for a while. Aw, poor baby. So long and thanks for helping me escape- twice,” she laughed.

I heard her steps and her laughter fading in the distance.