Ponygirl Minder

by Xaltatun of Acheron

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Adult Content Warning - this story contains adult themes, including non-consensual bondage/slavery and forced sexual acts. If you are under the lawful age for such materials (18 in most jurisdictions) or if you would find such material offensive, please go elsewhere.

Safety Warning. This story may contain descriptions of practices that are decidedly unsafe, either in general, or if performed by someone without adequate training. There are a number of good books available on safety in the BDSM scene. Most large cities, and some not so large ones, have organized BDSM groups that will usually welcome a newcomer. I'm not going to point out which practices are safe, and which aren't. Any practice is unsafe if performed by someone with inadequate training and experience, or if performed when not paying attention. Please think before you act. Don't make yourself a candidate for a Darwin award.



Now on to the story...


Table of Contents


Chapter 1. Jenny: Graduation.

Chapter 2. Jenny. Processed by Reliable.

Chapter 3. Audry: Drop Out.

Chapter 4. Jenny: This is your life. Adapt ... or else.

Chapter 5. Jenny. Ponygirls in their cages.

Chapter 6. Jenny: Training Carol.

Chapter 7. Jenny, Carol and the Tentacle Monster.

Chapter 8. Jenny: Ponygirl Ronnie.

Chapter 9. Audry: First step.

Chapter 10. Jenny: As Luck Would Have It.

Chapter 11. Audry: Faux Ponygirl.

Chapter 12. Jenny: On the Road Toward College

Chapter 13. Audry: The Taxi Service Acquires a Wild Ponygirl

Chapter 14. Beth: If it’s wrong, it’s wrong.

Chapter 15. Jenny and Beth: At The Mountain View Motel.

Chapter 16. Jenny: Beth is my

Chapter 17. Audry: Wild Girl.

Chapter 18. Jenny and Beth: Settling In.

Chapter 19. Jenny at the Taxi Service

Chapter 20. Jenny collars Beth.

Chapter 21. Jenny Discovers a Wild Girl Infestation

Chapter 22. Audry: Interlude.

Chapter 23. Jenny: Decisions.

Chapter 24. Jenny: Programming Seminar.

Chapter 25. Audry: Good News, Bad News and News.

Chapter 26. Jenny and Beth: Preparations.

Chapter 27. Audry: A step forward?

Chapter 28. Jenny and Beth: What’s in the box?

Chapter 29. Audry: The light dawns.

Chapter 30. Jenny: Should I?

Chapter 31. Jenny: Engine Girl.

Chapter 32. Jenny: All is Revealed.

Chapter 33. Jenny: Well, maybe.

Chapter 34. Jenny: Tamed Girls.

Chapter 35. Jenny: Vacation Time.

Chapter 36. Jenny: Collared!



What has gone before.


The date is sometime around 2400, and Jenny Jackson is ready to graduate from high school. She discovers, contrary to every reasonable expectation, that she is not picked as a wife, nor is she going to college. Instead, she’s been routed to a job as a collared worker in Reliable’s ponygirl manufacturing process. She finds out that manufacturing only looks simple; it’s anything but.

She’s had a chance to look at a properly conditioned ponygirl, and discovers that her first trainee is a classmate that had gone wild and vanished a couple of months earlier.


Chapter 7. Jenny, Carol and the Tentacle Monster.


By the time they had finished cleaning and stocking one of the servicing machines, the robot had guided Carol to the shower and was waiting patiently, arm firmly attached to her collar. She took the ponygirl’s tack off and snapped a chain from a waiting shower rod to the ring on the front of the ponygirl’s collar.

The rod led Carol into the shower line. She marched in willingly enough; five minutes later she marched out the other end, looking a lot less wilted. Jenny replaced the shower chain with a leash and led her back to her cage.

The bottom slid out, and Carol sat down on command. The shackles snapped shut around her ankles and then the bottom slid into the cage, the front coming down to seal the opening.

Jenny looked in at her. Carol had apparently decided that nothing bad was going to come in through the front of the cage, and was sitting easily, legs spread and feet back in the standard position.

Jenny checked the back view. Her arms were pulled back and fastened at the elbows and wrists. She seemed to be playing with her nascent tail.

“Good session,” she complemented her ex-schoolmate. Then she headed back to the room. There were more servicing machines to clean and stock.


“The next piece,” Daphne said a bit later, “is to take her to the exerciser. Since this is her third day, she’s already been twice, so it’s not going to be a surprise. However, we’re going to have to stand over her for the entire session. That’s the real time eater for new ponygirls.”

Carol seemed to be a bit more relaxed than when Jenny had first seen her. Not as good as when she’d left after the ponygirl exercise, but not really huddled in the back either.

“We bring her out first?” Jenny said, studying the control unit.


Jenny pressed the button, and the cage door slid up and the bottom slid out.

“Before we unsnap the shackles, you need to put on the hobbles,” Daphne told her trainee.

Jenny looked around and found the hobble chain. Then she looked at the seated girl. The base seemed to have an extra slot just above where the built-in shackles pinned her ankles to the material. Jenny slipped the hobbles into place and then stood up, looking at the controls. “This one?”

“Leash first.”

“Oh, right.” She snapped the leash on Carol’s collar and then pressed the button to withdraw the shackles.

“Up, girl!” she commanded. Carol scrambled to her feet. “Good girl!” she praised her ex-schoolmate.

“Now this way,” Daphne said, setting down the corridor. Jenny followed, leading Carol. The trainee ponygirl followed willingly enough, the hobble chain making a soft sound as it shifted with her footsteps.


“This,” Daphne said, “is the exerciser.” They had stopped in front of a booth which looked like a cross between a squid, an octopus and a Lovecraft nightmare.

“So that’s the Tentacle Monster. ”

“Aptly named isn’t it? We’ve got three of them in each cell, which would be overkill if they weren’t breaking down all the time. Fixing them is a night shift job.

“Now what we need to do is bring her forward and attach the tentacles and sensors. The tentacles are like octopus or squid tentacles: they can create joints just about wherever the computer wants, so it can exert pressure or resistance in almost any direction. It’s a lot more flexible than the usual resistance sets. The pieces are marked; it’s almost impossible to get them wrong as long as you’re paying attention and you’ve done it a few times.”

Jenny picked one up and almost dropped it in surprise. The thing had followed her movement! She looked at it curiously. This one had a cuff and several smaller variously colored wires ending in what looked like flat coins. It also had a diagram of an arm, with a black arrow pointing to the wrist and colored arrows pointing to other locations. She snapped it onto the ponygirl and then picked up the next one.

Even though Daphne corrected her a few times it only took about ten minutes to have Carol festooned in tentacles.

“Now the hard part,” Daphne said as she pressed the go button. The demonic device pulled Carol into the booth and seemed to try to pull her feet out from under her while she resisted.

They watched her struggle for a couple of minutes. Then Daphne said: “She’s almost totally focused on her muscles and sensations. She has to give it her complete attention or it’ll tie her up into a pretzel. Even if she wanted to, she’s not paying any attention to us or what we’re saying, which gives me a perfect opportunity to fill you in on this sequence while you can see it happening.

“The sequence is about flexibility and, to some extent, power. This part of it trains her in muscle group isolation; that is to use the right muscles, and only those muscles, for each exercise. Once she’s learned that, stage 3 will teach her voluntary control of each muscle group and also isometrics, and stage 4 will teach her how to use simple things like boards, pipes, pulleys, ropes and weights to keep herself in balance.

“It’s not about raw power, stamina or grace. She’ll gain some power and some stamina, and of course using the right muscles is one of the basics for graceful movement. We use the treadmill for strength and stamina.

“The training issue is that she doesn’t really know how to isolate muscle groups properly. If she doesn’t use the right muscle groups for an exercise, the exerciser will try a couple of times and then move on. It marks it for our attention, and we’ll go through it with her next time and show her how it’s done.

“Some girls are better, some are worse, but we’ve never had one that could do it perfectly at the beginning, and we’ve had quite a few that couldn’t do all of them by the time we sent them to the next stage.”

Daphne touched a couple of buttons, and one of the displays lit.

“This is a list of what she hasn’t been able to do properly. The training AI tries to put it into the most efficient order for us to address, and the night shift reviews it and frequently makes changes or adds comments. We don’t have time to do everything each time, and it wouldn’t work if we tried; she’d just get confused on a muscle memory level. We always work on the top two. Once she can do them, those will drop off the list.”

She spent some time working with the girl caught in the web of tentacles, showing her how one simple movement should be done, moving the limbs back and forth and pressing on various muscles and nerves until she managed to do it properly.

“That’s complicated,” Jenny said as the two of them watched Carol struggle against the tentacles that imprisoned her from all directions.

“It is. There are some basics you need to have internalized. Then there are very thorough diagrams for each of the muscle groups and the most common problems. That’s enough to get you to level 1 on task. Getting to level 2 requires that you be able to mirror and duplicate how she’s doing it so you know how it feels and what needs to be done differently. That means you’re going to spend an hour a day in one of these things until you’ve got the isolation down properly, and then I’m going to train you on the voluntary control and isometrics.”

Jenny frowned. “It’s beginning to make some sense.”


“Ah, there you are,” the voice said outside of Jenny’s study cubicle the next morning.

“Huh?” Jenny jerked around to see a stubby blonde looking at her.

“I’m Petra, the first shift supervisor. You’ve got a task coming up.”

Jenny shook her head.

Petra laughed. “There was one thing that Melissa didn’t show you, because she wanted you to see it with pony 96. That’s the treadmills. She’s about due for her pulling session.”

“OK.” Jenny slid out of the cubicle.


“So let’s see you get her harnessed.”

Jenny checked the top of the cage. “Let’s see. Bring her out first, then leash and hobbles.”


Jenny pushed the button that brought the ponygirl who had been Carol out on her platter. She put on the hobbles and attached the leash to her collar ring and a ring on the wall between cages. Then she released the ankle shackle.


Pony 96 stood easily as Jenny fastened the hip harness, headstall, bit and reins. She got the pony into her boots with a bit of difficulty; she had to take the hobble off and replace it.

“Pretty smooth,” Petra told her. “The treadmills are this way.”

Jenny looked at the pony and decided to use the reins. She stepped behind the girl and took them in one hand. “Step!” she commanded as she gave them a flick.

Carol started a moment at the command, but then began high stepping down the corridor, Petra leading the way.


“Take treadmill 3.”

“OK.” Jenny guided her pony to the front of the device and then looked at the two mills on either side. Both had ponygirls in them, harnessed to shafts and pulling toward the corridor.

The controls turned out to be on a little pedestal to the right of the treadmill. She pushed the extend button; the shafts and the rein holder moved smoothly out into the corridor. She hitched the ’girl to the shafts the way she’d done Swifty many times before, and clipped the reins to the waiting holders.

She attached the signal cable to the girl’s collar and pushed the start button.

“Back!” the machine said.

Carol shoved carefully back, until she had brought the shafts out of the corridor.

The machine shook the reins. “Step!”

The ponygirl brought her left leg up in a high step, her hips and the muscles of her right leg clearly showing the effort she put into pushing against the moving floor.

“Good,” Petra said. “I want to see you do this a couple more times before I certify you for level 2. We don’t need to keep watching; the computer will buzz us if she’s in any trouble. What happens at the end?”

“Um. There should be an alert on my screen. I take her off, run her through the washer and put her back in her cage.”

“Right. Back to study a bit more.”


Chapter 8. Jenny: Ponygirl Ronnie.


“Time to see a transfer in,” Daphne told her trainee. Jenny followed her mentor to what seemed like the only door to the unit.

Daphne led the way to the outside door. A minute later it opened, and a guard walked in leading the new ponygirl on a leash.

“Here she is.”

“One ponygirl. Check.”

The guard waved and left, leaving Daphne with the leash.

Jenny looked at their new trainee. She looked scared, or at least Jenny thought she might be scared. The way the jaw block distorted her face made it hard to tell her expression. She had her arms cuffed behind her, and wore heeled sandals. Otherwise she was totally naked except for the collar. It didn’t have a name, which was also usual.

“Come along,” Daphne told her, giving the leash a gentle tug. The girl followed easily, but then she should. Being cuffed and on a leash was hardly a new experience.

Jenny watched as one of the workers in cell 1 installed her in her cage, and then fussed a bit making sure that all the material was on the shelves. The last she saw of her, the servicing unit had rolled up and she was teasing the cock into rigidity.


Only two and a half days, Jenny thought, and it already seemed like she’d been here forever. Not that they’d dragged. On the contrary, they’d sped by. Even the six hours in the ponygirl cage yesterday had flown. She’d let her mind drift like she’d been told, and the time simply passed. The same thing happened with the rein training robot and with the Tentacle Monster. She focused on what she was doing, and ignored everything else.


“Time for your ponygirl,” Daphne said as she dropped by Jenny’s study cubicle. “You’ve got the procedure memorized?”

“Uh, yes.” She hesitated. “Is there a reason why they have to be scared?”

Daphne shrugged. “Not really. Nobody works with them during stage one. Some of us try to gentle them down a bit, the rest of us don’t bother. They’ll train up fine either way. Your preference.”

Well, Jenny thought, she’d have to see now that she was facing the door. It opened just as the butterflies in her stomach seemed to be doing a mating dance.

“Here’s your new girl,” the guard said, handing her the leash.

Jenny looked at her as she took the leash. The ponygirl looked back; her eyes widened in astonishment.

Oh Goddess, Jenny thought. It’s Ronnie! We’ve known each other for what, ten years? I can’t let myself look panicked, a small panicked voice said. Shut up! She told it firmly.

“My first trainee,” she said brightly. “Come along, let’s get you settled.” She turned and tugged on the ponygirl’s leash. The ponygirl that had been Ronnie followed gracefully.

“Here we are,” she said soothingly as she stopped the girl with a gesture and pushed the button that slid the tray out of cage 97. “You should know the drill by now. Slide out of those sandals and sit.”

Ronnie looked at the tray and gave the minute shrug that was all her pinioned arms allowed. She kicked the sandals across the aisle and positioned herself on the tray. Jenny pushed the button, and the tray slid back, carrying the ponygirl with it.

“Now let’s check that all the material is here,” Daphne said. They spent a few minutes looking over the supplies on top.

“What do you think?” Daphne asked, gesturing at the display of the new ponygirl’s brain patterns.

“Um,” Jenny said thoughtfully as she pushed a button. “Less red than 96. She’s coming along nicely.”

“Very. She’s still listening, but she’s not letting it affect her.”

“That’s this piece here, right?” Jenny pointed at one section that flashed red as each of them spoke.

“Right. And this is?”

“She’s starting to feel hungry?”

“Right on target. Here comes the servicer.”

“I think I’m going to let it handle her,” Jenny said as they stepped back.

“Any particular reason?” Daphne asked in a low voice as it rolled up to the front of the cage and said “Kneel!”

Ronnie’s head popped out of the cage, her breasts sticking out of the front. A moment later she attacked the faux cock with every evidence of enthusiasm.

“She’s getting into it.”

“She had a real reputation as a cocksucker. Now that I think of it, that may be why nobody picked her; she’s got too much of a reputation for playing the field. What I don’t understand,” she added in a low voice, “is why she’s here at all. Her grades were pretty good. Not super, but still pretty good.”

“According to the dossier, she had a pretty vicious temper.”

“Surely that isn’t enough?”

“Well, it wouldn’t have been, but she got rejected by all the senior worker schools. Then she threw a real tantrum when she had to go to Hey Girl!”

“It might have been calculated.”


“She absolutely did not want to be a collared worker.”

“That I don’t understand. Most collared worker jobs are pretty cushy. Do what you’re told the way you’re trained and enjoy yourself on your time off.”

“Doing what you’re told wasn’t one of her strong points.”

“Obviously. Well, it looks like she’s done.”

“Pretty well done,” Jenny said as she saw the ponygirl’s head tilt back and heard her gasps.

Once the climax shuddered to a finish Jenny moved in to stroke her head. “Good girl! Hold in there and you’ll be one of the best ponygirl’s we’ve ever turned out.”

Jenny couldn’t quite tell, but she thought the staccato breathing indicated a giggle. She pushed the button that released the top. “Sit!”

The ponygirl that was now known simply as 96 slid back and sat with a thump.


Chapter 9. Audry: First step.


“You’d never pass,” Ginny told her.

“You think hiding at the taxi stable is a bad idea?” Audry replied.

“Not really, but you can’t pass as a ponygirl just by taking your clothes off! People do pass, but it takes a lot of work to do the disguise. And it can’t be done in one step.

“The first part is to install the brain scanner and change your hair style. You can learn how to act while the coat grows. Once you’ve got that down you can get the rest of the disguise.”


What did you do to your hair?” Darlene asked.

“It’s a pony mane,” Audry answered.

“That’s stupid!”

“I think it’s cute,” Francine demurred. “Or it will be when the rest grows out.”

“But why?” Darlene asked. “It looked better the other way.”

“Finger to the establishment,” Francine declared. “I wish I had the guts.”

Audry answered with a smile.


Section End.


A lot has happened. Jenny’s harnessed Carol to the Tentacle Monster. She’s settling in to her new job, and she’s passed her real exam by not getting flustered at having two more former schoolmates to train. It’s lots of things, but exciting isn’t one. Is this the end? Fat chance! Plot twist coming up. Continue on to the next exciting episode of Ponygirl Minder to find out what.




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