Ponygirl Copper

VI

I went back to the stables as soon as Hannah had gone home. I felt bad about what had happened, and at this point I did not care anymore. Of course, what I did to Laura Kruger was evil. I knew that. I enjoyed doing it.

But the creature in my stable was not Laura Kruger anymore, and would never again be her. The ponygirl, Copper, did not deserve what Hannah had done to her. She had been helpless, frustrated and confused, and I had reacted to her plight by delivering her to a cruel, sadistic girl who saw in her nothing more than a suitable object for torture.

Maybe I was evil. Maybe I was insane. But now I decided that I did not want to be insane in that way. So when I went down to the stables, I fially brought that bucket with hot water, anda soft sponge, soap and lotion.

When I entered her box this time she looked worse than ever before, exhausted and scared, dirty and despaired. Some flies had found her again and kept landing on her sweaty, bruised skin until she jerked once or twice to fight them off for some more seconds.

She hadn't forgotten Hannah; I could see that in her glance. And she obviously still had trouble getting used to the plug in her. When she saw me - and just me alone, without my niece - some light returned to her eyes. She ate a lump of sugar from my palm with visible relief.

"I was not fair", I told her. "And I want to apologze for that. To you."

She stared at me, nostrils flaring. She whinnied weakly, gulping. Her face became angry, just for a moment. Then tears welled from her eyes. She was so damn cute, I could not help but kiss her forehead. But she pulled back and a mewling, accusatory noise escaped her throat. She was furious at me.

"I know", I said with a nod. "I fucked up. That's why I am apologizing. I promise you that I will never again let Hannah near you."

Her grey eyes studied my face intensely. It seemed I passed the test. She believed me. So when I used the sponge to clean her cheeks, eyes and forehead, she did not flinch.

I worked carefully, continued with her shoulders and arms, then her torso. She moaned and closed her eyes. She enjoyed the touch of the warm sponge immensely. Her nostrils flared as if she wanted to inhale every last bit of that soapy smell. And when I took her collar off and cleaned her grimy neck she even produced a purring sound. She bit down on her gag hard right after that, as if she expected a punishment. Or maybe she just felt that she was losing her grip more and more? The training plus the effects of the psychotropic drug surely had to be wreaking havoc on her mind by now.

"Shhh", I said with a comforting smile, at the same time reapplying the collar to her now clean and rosy red neck. "You are a good one, Copper. Relax, and just enjoy yourself. You deserved it. A pony deserves something good too."

I kept on talking in that soothing tone while I started cleaning her small breasts. Her nipples got hard, but she didn't appear to care too much about that. I could only assume how good the gentle treatment felt for her, and I took my time, used new water and more soap as I started cleaning her belly and thighs. I was especially careful with the welts and marks that Hannah had planted on her skin. I used the lotion on those spots where the crop had left the worst impressions.

"You are mine", I told her. She sobbed, but then whinnied. "And I take care of you", I added. She slumped a little against me, and when I used the sponge to clean her crotch she did not even flinch. "I have understood now, that I am responsible for you. I need to be a better owner. I will work on that, I promise."

Even though she had that shy look on her face again, she spread her legs further while I started soaping and washing her vagina. I let the warm sponge run gently between her lips, rubbing them carefully, prolonging the process for as long as possible. And while I did that her breath quickened. She still just stared at the opposite wall, but she relaxed further.

When I found her small clitoris again I attended to it for quite little longer than would have been necessary. Coppers lips started quivering and she snorted once, gulping hard and then looking at me with some left over fear, but mostly just with natural nervousness.

"Is that good?"

She didn't answer, but snorted again. Her cheeks had turned a deep red and I just leaned over and kissed her soapy cheek, then continued moving the sponge over her most intimate parts. She pressed her crotch against the sponge and against my hand with the faintest bit of pressure imaginable.

"You are a good one", I assured her. "You have been worked so hard these last days, and you coped with it. You really are a good one, don't you think?"

"Whu... wheee...", she whinnied with the same reluctant acceptance.

I smiled - not at all unfriendly, but more playfully and a little mocking - and pinched her clit in a teasing way. She jerked, but there was no pain in her eyes.

When I had finished cleaning her, Coppers skin had turned a bright pink with the bruises showing even more prominent on her skin. I used a towel to dry her, then ordered her to kneel. And again she obeyed quickly, without any hesitation.

After that I washed and brushed her dirty mohawk, and I used the trimmer to get it into shape again. She kept her silence as she underwent the procedure, just drooling a bit and breathing quicker again when some more of her hair fell down on her shoulders. There were no tears however - just some sort of a bleak, hopeless look in her eyes while she kept staring straight ahead.

"Stand."

She did so, blinking as if I had just pulled her out if a hypnosis.

"Would you like to train? Get into the sun, test what you've learned?"

"Wheehee!" She stomped her foot, emphasizing her affirmation, nearly thankful for a chance to distract herself from whatever thoughts she had just had. That made me chuckle, and I winked at her like an accomplice.

" We'll just do some light training. Just warm you up a bit, get some diversion into the whole day, so you can sleep a good sleep tonight."

She jerked a little when I took the small vibrator into my hand, but she didn't have the courage to move away from me.

"Wheee! Weheee!" Two stomps.

"I know you don't like the vib, but you mostly don't like it because Hannah has been cruel when she used this on you." I stroked her head. "This thing has been designed to make things nice for you, to make your life more enjoyable. Trust me, and I'll prove it to you."

She looked into my eyes, lips quivering once more, and spread her legs a bit further. I smiled at her and stroked her face, kissed the tip of her nose ... and just after that I carefully inserted the small dildo into her cunt.

"Hannah didn't use the tickler and she had the pad just vibrate like crazy. But used correctly, this can be like a special treat. I think you won't find it bad. Wait a second..."

When the vib was strapped in place, I took the tickle-pad and attached it to her clit. There was a lot of surprise in Coppers grey eyes when the mechanism started stimulating her, when it warmed up to a point just above her body temperature and started vibrating in the most gentle way. I just had to laugh, seeing that look in her eyes. She stared into nothingness with a blissful look in her eyes.

"Can you stand it?", I asked with some irony. And Copper agreed that yes, she could.

"Wheee..." She needed to catch her breath, the lower part of her body twitching a bit, her nostrils flaring more than ever before.

I trained Copper as I had promised her, mostly just walking her around a bit and giving her the opportunity to enjoy the sun on her skin and the smell of warm grass. She did well, moving as if she never had walked and trotted with anything else than the hooves that were on her feet now. The armbinder forced her to keep her arms and back even more straight than the straps had and it looked great on her. I gave her only twenty minutes at the prancing pole, and after these twenty minutes I was certain that she was on a good way to becoming broken in.

Because what she couldn't hide anymore was the wetness between her legs. It was a natural reaction since her clit had been stimulated continuously from the moment we had left the stables, and the vibrator had been humming softly inside her all the same time. When I wiped some of the wetness away with my hand; that made her flinch in sudden shame, but I just smiled at her and let her prance for another five minutes.

"Wheee..."

"Good girl, keep going. Yes, that's good, don't stop... very good!" I even clapped my hands. "You've learned it, see? You've improved so quickly, and do you still remember hwo hard it was in the beginning?"

She was happy to hear the praise, which differed so much from the harsh treatment she had received during the rest of the week. She also looked more worried now, most likely because her crotch was by now so wet that it glittered like silver in the sunlight.

After I had her back in her box, after she was watered and fed, I took the vib out of her so she could pee. But I replaced it as soon as she was done. Again she didn't fight it, didn't try to prevent me from plugging her, but I saw the anxiety in her face. I cleaned her with hay like I always did after the training, then locked her in for the night with a last kiss on the strap running across her forehead.

And it was going to be a long night for her: She lay in the dark, staring with blind eyes upwards to the ceiling, the lower part of her body jerking and twitching occasionally. She felt an itch she couldn't scratch, and she coped well with that situation for about an hour.

After that she couldn't take it anymore, got on her hooves and tried to somehow reach her vagina with the tip of the armbinder in which her hands were encased. She was not able to achieve that goal of course, and a tortured sob escaped her mouth when she realized that she would never be allowed to bring herself to an orgasm anymore.

So she looked around frantically, got into a crouch and rubbed her crotch against the hay-covered ground. When she felt that wouldn't suffice by far she got up once more and stumbled around in the box, crying a little, biting down hard on the bit, wheezing and sobbing. Finally she laid back down and tried to again, but couldn't. So she rolled from one side to the other the whole night, not able to ignore her needs anymore and not able to ignore the stimulation her clit and vagina received, but also not capable to orgasm with what she got.

When I opened the door to her box at around two am, she looked at me with tired, tortured eyes. She was still scared and she would still turn me over to the police any moment she got the chance, but that was just no realistic possibility. Copper was learning right now how important it could be to make the best of a situation, how dire it ever may be. She was actually relieved to see me now.

"Can't sleep?", I asked her with a sympathetic tone in my voice.

"Whe...eeee..." A tortured moan. This was the first time I ever visited her at night and the change in routine obviously confused her. She stayed on the ground, waiting for my command to stand. I gestured at her with the cane to do it and she got up, hay clinging to her pale, rosy skin in some spots.

I walked up to her and started stroking her cheek, then her shoulders. She closed her eyes and relaxed a little, and I smiled and touched her breast, the nipples already firm and erected. No flinch anymore. She pressed against me lightly.

"You are in heat", I said matter-of-factly. "And you don't have to be ashamed of that." My hand stayed on her breasts, I stroked them more intensely and slowly leaned over to kiss her collarbone. Her skin smelt of leather and sweat and musk. "Turn around."She was shaking from humiliation and fear, but when I touched her small, firm ass - that had become even firmer through training - she moaned louder and pushed against me. I lifted her tail, touching her between the legs. I unlaced the front part of the belt. She was hot and wet, her juices already running down the insides of her thighs. When I pulled the vibrator and tickler away she moaned loudly, lowering her head as far as was possible with the collar that had been forced upon her. It is impossible to explain how powerful I felt in that moment, how thrilled I was: I had forced her into this situation, had worked hard on her to make her accept something unacceptable. I had shown her strictness as well as kindness, and I had made her to come to terms with what was being done to her. She had never had another option than to be a pony, and she had finally, surely against her very own will, started to cope with the situation in the only possible way: By allowing me to break her in.And here I was, standing behind her and opening my pants, slowly pushing the tip of my already erected penis against her pussy, and all she did was stand there, shaking a little and gasping a little and waiting for what I'd do next. What I did next was that I grabbed her by one of the straps on the back of her hood, pulled her head upwards and back as far as possible and kissed her left ear. I tasted her skin and also brushed against the pointy piece of leather that half covering her ear, and then I started to increase pressure with my cock, bit by bit. "Ough... ouaaah... whh.....eee..." She had to feel like a madwoman right now, everything in her head mixed up and confused. That was why she tried to pull away from me. I had to grab her with more force, whispering soothingly into her ear at the same time. She calmed down when my penis started sliding inside her. Her skin was hot as if she was in a fever. She was breathing as fast as a girl who prepared herself for a long dive. She spread her legs wider, helped me enter her by pushing herself against me. Her cunt spasmed a little when the tip of my penis was past her lips and she moaned again, louder this time, with not much humanity left in her voice. I reached around her, still whispering calmingly into her ear, and I touched her vagina, stroked the lips, then pinched the small, glowing button of her clit. There was another jerk, a stronger one this time. She snorted, small flocks of spittle flying away from her gagged mouth. "That's a good one. You are a good one, aren't you, Copper?"When she tried to whinnie in lust and desperation alike, I pushed deeper. That sudden movement made her scream loud, the sound coming from deep inside her like the guttural moaning of an animal, a savage mixture of arousal and pain and desire and shiftlessnes. "Whee...ouaagh! Hroouuuumh....!!!"I started moving in her, holding her with one arm around her torso, my hand massaging her breast and nipple, while my other hand kept stroking and teasing her clitoris. Goosebumps were all over her body now, her muscles twitching, the leather creaking. She went to her knees slowly, like a beast of burden that had been forced to bear too much. A sob mixed into her moans, but whatever she still felt parallel to her arousal, it didn't stop her from pressing against me with even more determination. When she was on her knees, she leaned forward, resting her head in the hay, placed on her cheek. I could take her with more force now, so I gripped her hips and moved with more force. Her tail waggled back and forth with every thrust, and with every thrust I could see her muscles work under her freckled skin, the arms in the monoglove jerking upwards and tearing at the laces. She was sweating again, a strong but pleasant smell emanating from her warm skin. She was grunting with every of my moves. I took my time. I took as much time as I could, enjoying every second, and I can't remember anymore how much time we spent in that position, me riding my pony for real for the first time.Then I reached around the lower part of her body and touched her clit like I had before. That touch nearly made Copper orgasm instantly, but then something in her drew back and I could feel her trying to collect herself in some manner. It was easy to guess why - there was of course something left of the girl I had captured, and that girl knew what was happening and tried to regain control.I didn't want her to achieve that goal, so I pinched her clit, stroked it with more intensity, then kissed Coppers sweat-glistening back. She bit down hard on her gag, but she couldn't stop herself from screaming through clenched teeth, a shrill mixture of pain and pleasure in that scream, And then she shuddered, jerked, her muscles spasming forcefully. She rocked beneath me like a madwoman, every muscle visible under her skin. I continued moving in her, fucking her forcefully as she orgasmed and still several minutes after that. Her groaning and yelping subsided only slowly, and at some point there was no actual lust in her voice anymore, but pain and desperation. It had been a long orgasm, and now she was so sensitive she could have exploded and flown directly to the moon. When I pulled out of her she sobbed with relief."Very good", I said, petting her ass. I took plug and dildo and re-inserted them, causing her to shudder and turn her head.She looked at me with calm eyes, beaten and defeated and kind of more mature in a strange way. Drool and sweat had formed into a puddle beneath her head, hay and mud were clinging to her skin, but she didn't mind anymore. She whinnied softly and coarsely, and when I got up she rolled on her side and just lay there with spread legs, looking up at me with so many unasked questions I would in fact never ever answer for her.As I left her in her box, I promised her more soapy water for the next day, more training, more sugar. But there would be no more drugs in the sugar. I didn't think she'd need them anymore. She'd of course continue to pray for some cops or private investigators finding her, but those would never come. She'd lose another little part of her former self every day she spent as my pony, and she'd get more and more accustomed to this life, until what had been before would be merely a blurred shadow in her memory.And I'd continue to be strict and kind, to show her what she was and what she meant to me. I have never felt better as in those minutes when I returned to my house, humming a cheery tune under my breath. I showered and afterwards went to sleep. In the darkness, just before I slipped out of consciousness, I started thinking about Hannah and how she had treated my pony. I came to the conclusion that I didn't like what she'd done, and I thought there might be a lesson waiting for my niece at some point in the future. But that would be a completely different story.