Pony Carrie

by Miklos
- do not use without the author/artist's permission.



Consciousness came slowly, as if she was rising from the bottom of a deep pool. She became aware of her surroundings before she actually opened her eyes and what she was able to smell, hear, taste, and feel caused a shot of adrenaline laced fear to slam through her.

She could smell her own body, sweaty and slightly dirty. It had been a long time since she had smelled like this. Underneath it all was the smell of rubber and leather.

She noticed the total absence of the sounds she was used to. The cabin she had gone to for a short vacation from the world had been accompanied with the sounds of nature that reminded her of a simpler time in her life.

The taste of rubber and leather also invaded her senses and increased the rapidly rising fear.

Finally she could feel pain all over her body. Her arms ached from the unnatural position they were held in behind her. She could feel something holding her wrists at her waist and no amount of pulling released them. Her breasts hurt and felt as if they were slightly larger than they should be. Upon her feet she felt strange boots that ran almost to the knee and held her foot pointed down so, if she were able to stand she’d be standing on her toes. Around her body and between her legs she felt straps that seemed to make a harness binding her body and holding something inside both her butt and ho ha, as her mother had called it. It was her vagina…she never had felt comfortable saying the word pussy.

Finally, around her head she felt straps that held the rubber in her mouth…the feeling of air across her head made her realize that her hair was gone.

Her eyes snapped open at this final realization and she let out a scream, or tried to. Instead of the sound that should have come out, even past the rubber piece between her teeth came a strange whinnying sound that sounded all the world to her like a horse.

What had happened? Where was she and why did her throat hurt so much?

She suddenly heard a door open and looked and was shocked at who she saw approaching.

What was going on?


“Bet you wonder what’s going on, don’t you,” the woman before her asked as if reading her mind. Not waiting for an answer the woman continued as if she had said yes, “I’ve taken care of you. You thought you could take what was mine didn’t you? Well now you’re going to get exactly what you deserve.”

She walked around the cage and then knelt down in front of its occupant and said, “I might be famous but no one, not even those damn Paparazzi know about my particular hobby. I got into this a long time ago and I’ve kept in the business from time to time, of course no one, not even my idiot husband knows. He thinks I’m just as wholesome as the rest of the world does. It’s pathetic really.”

“You’ve got a lot to learn in your new life. I’ve kept you unconscious while the surgery healed. I altered your appearance and your breasts, so no one will ever recognize you but this is the best part and I just had to rub it in, that soreness you feel in your throat, that’s from the surgery that was done to alter your voice box, the only sounds that will ever come out of your mouth will be the same sounds made by a horse and it will be that way for the rest of your life”

The poor prisoner wailed again, trying desperately to prove her captor wrong by making some form of intelligible speech but it was all for naught. Nothing that came from her mouth even remotely resembled human speech. Defeated, humiliated, and suddenly feeling a deeper depression than she had ever felt in her life she hung her head in silent defeat.

Her captor smiled at this, loving this part and said, “But don’t worry little pony, I don’t plan on keeping you like this forever.”

A small seed of hope blossomed on the new pony’s face as she looked up at her captor; a seed that was quickly incinerated in the heat of the hate emanating from the blonde outside the cage.

“Of course not. I can’t keep a pony; after all, I have an image to uphold. I’ve already got a buyer set up for you; he’s a big fan and really wants to meet you. When I told him about your new career he couldn’t wait to put in a bid, even with the surgery to alter your appearance; you’re going to make me a bigger fortune than any one of my albums.”

That was it, the final nail in the coffin of her hope. She wasn’t experienced in things like this but she was a smart girl and she knew what was being said; she was to be sold into slavery. A play thing for some maniac that would buy her like a piece of property and do things to her she couldn’t even imagine. She hung her head again and began weeping in abject despair as her unknown life stretched out before her. What would her family do? How would they survive? How long would people look for her before they gave up? If she’d been unconscious for as long as she now suspected, were they even still looking for her?


A thousand other questions ran through her mind but all were drowned out by two; she wondered how it was that the world could be so blind as to not see this woman for the monster that she was? How could they think she was so good when she was so evil?

She’d have a lifetime of pain, training, and degradation to consider those questions. She was only dimply aware of the parting words of her new owner, “Well, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow so you better get some sleep. I promise I love using my whip.”

The pony shuddered at those words even as the woman began closing the door and said, “Good night Pony Carrie.”

And with that the door slammed shut. And Carrie Underwood, former singer and superstar tried to get comfortable wondering why Faith Hill could hate her this much over a simple award.