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.

Meanwhile, a girl named Audry has decided to drop out and become a wild girl; she’s going to hide out at the Taxi Service as a ponygirl.

By now Jenny has spent several months in Stage 2 of Ponygirl Manufacturing, has gotten to criterion on shift work and is learning more of the business. She’s trained three of her former classmates and has been trained as both a ponygirl and an engine.

Then she finds out she’s headed to college. She collects the other three girls who will be traveling with her and gets the engines installed on their mounts in the rental car they will be taking. They have an enlightening discussion on the way.

Then they stop overnight. When the dust (not to mention the sex) settles, Jenny discovers that Beth thinks she’s Jenny’s wife. The settle in, and Jenny discovers her work assignment is with the Taxi Service. The taxi service uses ponygirls, of course. Lots of ponygirls. And she finds time to collar Beth, much to Beth’s pleasure.

Jenny finds out about the fake ponygirls at the Taxi Service, and starts training them. Audry discovers what’s happening to her. After consulting with her favorite hacker, she decides to pull herself out of her mess. Jenny, meanwhile, finds out she’s got some senior level mind-bending courses, and they’re not optional.

Audry decides to reenter the system, and Beth finds out that devotion has ramifications she hadn’t considered. She takes her next steps toward becoming a trained ponygirl, and they move to an apartment in a kink-friendly building.

Jenny meets Richard. Richard wants them as his mistresses. Jenny and Beth settle in as Richard’s mistresses. Meanwhile the situation at the Taxi Service reaches a conclusion.


Chapter 34. Jenny: Tamed Girls.


“What did you do to them?” Lt. Forsyth asked Jenny.

“Do to who?”

The Lieutenant shook his head. “The last two fake ponygirls you had at the taxi service. We’re just processing the pickup orders on them, and they’ve vanished.”

“I told them you were processing the admin, and they were going to be engines. I gave them a choice. They could cut and run, they could turn themselves in, or they could come work for our building.”

“You gave them a head start?” He shook his head.

“Oh, I would have. I even told them I’d tell you the collar codes to trace once they left. Beth and I had a small bet about how far they’d get before you picked them up.”

“They could have ditched the collars.”

“Not after I quick welded them.”

He sat back and laughed. “That’s rich! So they decided to work for you. What was the deal?”

“They’re living in training cages in the basement. They’ve got the permanent throat units and they’re going to have the engine alignment tattoos as soon as we get them measured properly. It’s pretty much the same deal as Girl; I’m leaving them enough of their normal and interface brain patterns so they can amuse themselves with a reader while they’re in their cages. I was going to wait a few days and then have a hacker put through the admin that connects your pickup warrant with our having them legally.”


Chapter 35. Jenny: Vacation Time.


Life, Jenny thought, was good. She snuggled up against Richard’s manly arm and chest as the roadster made its way into the mountains toward the summer cottage that he’d rented in a kink-friendly resort area.

She and Beth had just finished their junior years with exemplary grades, and they had a few weeks off before having to start on the between year assignments.

She kept an eye on the engine display that rotated among the four engines in the engine compartment behind them. Both Beth and Donna were performing well; Beth as the forward front engine and Donna as a rear engine. All the readouts were nominal, and their brain scans were exactly on target.

The other two engines, Estelle and Isobel, weren’t doing quite as well, but Jenny was willing to cut them some slack. She’d only had about four months to work on them, and they were still a bit rough. The two day trip was going to cut their mount time a bit fine; they’d been mounted for longer in test runs without showing problems, but she really preferred a wider margin. They were both qualified in the rear driver slot; she was using Estelle for that, and would switch to Isobel for the second day.

Enjoy it while it lasts, she told herself. Richard was getting more than a bit restive. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t expected it; Richard’s tendency to take college girls for mistresses and then drop them after a couple of years was well known. She was mildly surprised that he hadn’t dumped her months ago.

“When are we going to break up, Richard?” she asked as she snuggled a bit deeper between his arm and his chest.

“Why do you think we’re going to, pet?” he asked, genuine surprise in his voice.

“We’ve been your mistresses for almost two years, and you’re beginning to show a lot of interest in the current crop of freshmen. It’s getting close to your switch time.”

“Well, maybe,” he said, suddenly thoughtful. “Donna wants us to keep you and you know what? The freshmen are looking awfully young.”

You’re saying that?” she giggled. “You’ve been robbing the cradle for decades.”

“So I have,” he chuckled. “There’s some real hot chicks in the coop, but you’re the one with the sauce. You’ve got depth. They may get depth some day, but right now they’re good for soaking the sheets and not much more. I have to admit, it boosts my ego to have the chicks falling all over me, and it gives Donna a boost to see it as well. She likes to think she got the chick magnet.”

“She certainly did.”

“She’s got me convinced. I’m keeping you if you want to be kept.”

“Of course I want, guy. You keep saying me, though. What about Beth?”

“Beth I could take or leave, but since she comes with the package I’ll take her. She might be the hottest girl I’ve had the pleasure of fucking, but she’s so totally yours it’s bizarre. I’d suspect you had her brainwashed if I didn’t know you had her brainwashed. There’s no real chemistry outside of tab A in slot B.”

“I could make some?”

“It’s you I want, not Beth. In fact, Donna is talking about you as my second wife.”

“I hope you told her why not.”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“No credibility as a professional. I’d have to be at least 50 and more likely closer to 60 to have credibility while wearing a collar. A young woman wearing a wife collar is assumed to be raising her family; an older woman wearing a wife collar is accepted as having finished raising her family and started working as a professional or senior worker.

“You’ve never seen Beth without her collar, but you can rest assured that she does not wear it except in the building and around campus.”

“So I ask you again in 30 years.” He chuckled. “Are you going to be around that long?”

“Only the Goddess knows. I’ve got no plans to leave. You’re as close to my dream male as I’m ever likely to get, and Donna is real easy to get along with.”

“Good.” He nudged her a bit and she snuggled in closer.

Life was good.


Chapter 36. Jenny: Collared!


“We seem to be here,” Jenny said as the touring sedan rolled to a smooth stop.

“We certainly do,” Richard replied. “I’ll go see what it looks like.” He slid out the door and headed up the path.

Jenny walked back and opened the engine compartment. “Let’s see.” She put down the roll bar and slid the forward rack out. Five minutes later she had Beth and Donna unmounted. She looked at the two of them and then said “Interface!” in a commanding tone.

They shifted. Instead of the blank stare, they suddenly looked intelligent. Not human, but definitely intelligent. She handed them the little toolkit and they set to work taking the prosthetics out of their mouths.

“Well, we’re here,” she said after she had slid the empty rack in and closed the compartment.

“You’re not letting those two out?” Beth asked.

“In a while. The battery is a bit low, and we might as well get settled first. And get both of you dressed!”

“Well, let’s get the luggage inside so we can!” Donna said.

Jenny laughed and opened the luggage compartment.


Jenny held Beth while they looked at the fireplace, drinking in the quiet air of the cabin.

“I didn’t want to spoil the surprise,” Richard said from behind them as he put his hands on her shoulders, keeping her from turning. “So I had to mislead you a bit on the way up when you asked that question.”

“Oh?” Jenny said as he released her and she turned.

“Oh!” She froze as she saw what he had. The collar, leash and set of cuffs at his belt seemed to expand to fill the horizon. She hardly noticed that Donna had another set of cuffs and a leash on her belt.

“It’s a passion collar?” she breathed. “For me?”

“Yes. Do you want it?”

“Oh, yes!” She turned almost without volition and brought her arms together behind her back while Beth stared at Donna as if she was hypnotized.

Richard closed the cuffs around her wrists and arms and then brought them together, shackled at wrists and elbows. She turned again and sank to her knees, legs spread wide.

He held out the collar. “Read it.”

“Jenny Jackson and Beth Danials in devoted obedience to Richard and Donna Raven as long as their passion shall last.”

She looked up at him as Beth held a hand to her mouth.

“We couldn’t really take you without Beth,” Donna said in amusement. “She’s yours, but she has to be party to the vow. Do you want it too?” she asked Beth formally.

Beth’s eyes got round as well. “Yes!” She turned around and let Donna cuff her arms behind her. A moment later she knelt next to Jenny.

Richard touched Jenny on the head and she bowed before him, torso almost horizontal to the floor. He brushed her hair out of the way and slid the collar around her neck. The snap as the latch closed seemed to echo in the frozen stillness of her mind.

He put his hands on both their heads, pushing them down so they had to look at the floor. Donna put her hands on his.

“By my will,” he said.

“and my will,” Donna continued,

“and your wills, I, Richard Raven,”

“and I, Donna Raven,”

“accept from you, Jenny Jackson and you, Beth Danials, your passion, your devotion and your obedience, as long as your passion shall last. We accept this knowing that your, Beth Danials, primary allegiance is to and will remain to Jenny Jackson, and we commit that we will do nothing to compromise the ability of either of you to function as professionals in the community.”

He paused while the last words seemed to echo in the silence. Then he took his hands off the two girls’ heads, letting them rise like a cork rising to the top of the water. He snapped the leash on Jenny’s collar ring and drew her toward the bedroom. She followed him, a look of stunned amazement on her face.


“Turn around,” Donna told Beth.

She turned and Donna unsnapped the cuffs.

“Let’s get this place organized.” The two wives walked out to the kitchen.




Jenny led Beth into the garden on her leash, hands cuffed behind her. Beth’s tail stood out jauntily as she followed Jenny to the meditation spot at the center.

Jenny’s collar gleamed against her skin, as bright as it had been this day 40 years ago when Richard had fastened it around her neck. Collaring Day was traditionally a day for the parties to a relationship to reflect on what had gone before.

She smoothed her skirt before sitting on the rock. Beth dropped to sit on her heels at her feet, tail coming out of the shorts she wore with the device. She took a deep breath and let one hand rest on Beth’s shoulder, the side just touching the collar she had put on Beth’s neck over 42 years before.

Her other hand brushed her own collar to start the remembrances flowing.

They had all changed. Richard had quit catting around and restricted his attentions to the three women in his household. Donna had loosened up a bit and developed a taste for Beth, although she wasn’t really interested in sex with Jenny. That suited Jenny just fine; Donna was, after all, 50 years older and she was perfectly content to develop a mother and tomboy relationship with her.

She remembered the initial battle when Richard had moved them into a single, larger apartment. Donna had expected Jenny to do her share of the housework, and Beth had refused to allow it. Donna had finally given in, although not without some compromises in other areas.

She reflected briefly on the ten years of effort it had taken to strengthen the parts of her brain involved in empathy. She could still deliberately shift to her old viewpoint where all that mattered was what someone could do for her, but she kept that carefully leashed except when she was working with someone who had chosen to have their personality restructured instead of being sent down as an engine. Or with her semi off-the-record business training part-time ponygirls and engines.

Richard, Donna and Beth had eventually outgrown their fascination with playing at ponygirl and engine. When Richard had moved them to this house, they had let almost all of the kink activity drop. All except Beth’s tail, which she insisted on wearing around the house and garden. Sometimes Jenny suspected it was more so she could wear shorts instead of skirts and dresses.

Beth had developed into a superb event organizer, every bit as well recognized in her field as Jenny.

Beth’s rigid ‘good girl’ programming from her strict childhood had finished dissolving about thirty years ago, but they had agreed that Jenny was to maintain the husband’s role in her relationship with Beth.

Neither woman had removed her collar for over five years. Once they had obviously passed into early middle age, the automatic assumption that they were wife collars began to work toward their benefit.

She thought of the garden. She always glowed a bit when she thought of it. It wasn’t the garden itself so much as the work she had done with Estelle and Isobel. They had brought them along when they moved, and the two girls had pitched in and created the wonderland of flowers, shrubs and vines that surrounded her. Although the throat units prevented them from talking she had left them the ability to shift into a carefully crafted version of their old normal mode so they could use language and enjoy using their readers. They had rewarded her by creating the garden. They were still troublemakers, but they had learned a lighter touch, and their antics were more amusing than disruptive.

She let her eyes scan idly. Yes. There they were, hiding in the bushes so they could watch what their god and goddesses were doing.


She jerked out of her reverie as she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Richard! Donna!” She got up and pulled them into a four way hug.

“We thought a little present might be appreciated,” Richard told her, holding out two boxes. “One for you and one for Beth. You get to open both of them since Beth is a bit tied up at the moment.”

Donna laughed dutifully at the tired joke and took the first box. “What’s in it?” she breathed as she unwrapped the ribbon and opened it.

“Oh!” she put the box on the stone and lifted out the gleaming circle of a collar. She read: “Jenny, the devoted and obedient 2nd wife of Richard and Donna Raven.”

“You did!” She set it down carefully and threw herself into Richard’s arms.

“I take it you agree,” he said after they broke.

“If this one contains what I think it does...” She opened the second box and drew out a second collar. She held it so Beth could read it.

“It says: Beth, devoted and obedient 3rd wife of Richard, Donna and Jenny Raven.” She looked at Jenny, eyes dancing. “If you don’t agree, I’m going to throttle you. With my tail!”

“Of course I agree, love!”

Richard held up a pair of cuffs, and Jenny found herself turning to present her arms behind her back. He snapped them closed, fastening her arms at elbows and wrists. She turned and dropped to her knees.

He touched the hidden latch that opened her passion collar and removed it. Then he and Donna put their hands on her head as she leaned forward, torso almost horizontal to the ground, and started the familiar ceremony.

“By my will,”

“And my will,” Donna continued.

“And your will, I, Richard Raven,”

“And I, Donna Raven”,

“Accept your, Jenny Jackson’s, devotion and obedience as our second wife. You will be known as Jenny Raven from this day forward.”

He slid the new collar around her neck and closed it with the rivet gun. The sound seemed to reverberate in her mind almost forever, stirring echoes of the day she had graduated and had Reliable’s slave collar riveted around her neck.

She rose gracefully. Richard unsnapped her cuffs, and they merged into a three-way hug.

“Now for our already cuffed and patiently waiting Beth,” Richard said. “You’re going to do the extra vow?” He asked Jenny.

“Do you want me to?” she asked Beth.

“Oh, yes!”

He gestured and Beth sank to her knees and then bent forward. He took the passion collar off her neck, and then he, Donna and Jenny put their hands on her head.

“By my will,” he started the ceremony.

“And my will,” Donna continued.

“And my will,” Jenny added.

“I, Richard Raven,”

“And I, Donna Raven,”

“And I, Jenny Raven,” she said, a slight catch in her voice as she pronounced her new last name.

“Accept your, Beth Danials, devotion and obedience as our third wife.”

Jenny picked up the statement smoothly. “I, Jenny Raven, further commit to do whatever is in my ability to insure that your passion for each of us is intense, your devotion to each of us is pure and your obedience to our wills is swift and certain, within the bounds allowed by law and custom.”

“From this day forward,” Richard continued, “you will be known as Beth Raven.”

He slid his hand out from under Donna’s and closed the collar around her neck. The snap of the rivet gun echoed in the garden.

Beth rose gracefully, her tail high. Richard took her cuffs off.

Richard snapped a leash on Jenny’s collar as Donna snapped one on Beth’s. “Come!”

Jenny laughed as she walked behind her new husband. “So we’ve got a new first anniversary next year!”

“First?” Donna said from behind her. “That rivet gun must have addled your brain, girl! It’ll be your forty-first Collaring Day.”


Estelle and Isobel looked at each other from where they had hidden in the bushes to watch. They switched back from their normal state to interface and came in to clean up the discarded paper and ribbons that their god and goddesses had left behind.




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