Pony Ranch

Chapter three.

Penny, I'd decided, was undoubtedly an interesting character. Around my age, late twenties but perhaps a year or so younger. I could see why she was such a favourite of Mandy; they had a lot in common, although Penny, I guessed, would have shaded her even when Many had been at the peak of her brief modelling career plus, I had to admit that she made Mandy look a tad on the heavy side when next to her. 'Fatty's and heavyweights' had been the words Mandy herself had used when she'd phoned.

Penny had it all: class, elegance, gorgeous looks and a wicked sense of humour, and, more importantly, undoubted expertise in training and riding human equines. Patience was another quality she also possessed in abundance, whereas tolerance, sympathy and compassion were lacking, at least as far as human equines went! Perhaps she was the same with other such animals. If so, she'd made an exception in the case of my little Fluffy.

"Adorable, absolutely adorable", she'd said as we returned from the stable that first afternoon. Penny spotted her cowering over in the corner in her downstairs basket and immediately pounced, making a fuss of the cute little beast. "Yours, I presume," she asked, her hands busily stroking the cowering girl all over.

I nodded. "Mostly mine. The little bitch was sort of a bonus when I caught Beauty. Two for the price of one, as it were!" I nodded toward Suzy. "But she seems to have been commandeered of late by someone else."

"Hey, you can't expect me to provide my unique skills entirely for free!" Susy protested. "Besides, I get lonely easily at night, especially listening to you lover girls in the next room. They may have built the exterior wall of this place the thickness of a medieval castle but then skimped like hell on the interior ones! Think of it as an additional bonus training-wise. I'm doing an exceptional job with the little pup!"

Penny confirmed that statement coming into breakfast a couple of days later with Fluffy on her lead after she'd unclipped the pup's leash. Then she pointed towards the corner, saying one word, "Basket", and helped the puppy along with the toe end of her boot before taking her seat at the big table. "Sally gone to work already?"

"Had a good night?" Suzy inquired a little sourly as I nodded. Penny's aversion to lesbian lovemaking obviously didn't extend to pretty puppy girl tongues.

The tall brunette eyed her thoughtful across the table for a moment and then gave her a big smile. "Excellent, and for once, I'm inclined to agree with your self-assessment of the other day. My compliments if you are the one who's trained that little bitch's tongue. It appears I've underestimated your abilities, at least in that respect!"

Suzy stuck her tongue out, muttered, "Be nice", and then grinned as she reached for the marmalade. "Actually, I can't take too much of the credit if I'm honest. That cute little bitch was already very proficient the first time I pulled her snout between my legs! Was she a lesbian or bi before you kennelled her? I keep meaning to ask you and forgetting"

I shook my head as both turned to look at me. "Not as far as I'm aware. I very much doubt it judging from how she reacted that first time I dragged her upstairs to my bedroom. To say she wasn't very keen to do as I wanted would be an understatement" I smiled as the memory of that first night returned. What with first Beauty and then Fluffy, that had been one hell of a day, plus one hell of a night as well!

"Happy memories, I assume?" Penny said correctly, interpreting the look on my face. "You must have been a good teacher then!"

I laughed. "My cane was. As a matter of fact, ladies, it was a classic case of the blind leading the blind. I wasn't even aware of even having any feelings along those lines until I began unwrapping the little beast. I'll even confess that I came close to pulling out of my intended acquisition and dropping them off elsewhere when I ended up with a double and not the intended singleton."

"How so?" Suzy sounded interested, and Penny nodded and leaned forward as she sipped her aromatic herbal tea.

I looked at the clock but then decided, so what! We didn't exactly have to clock on for a shift over at the stable, did we? Maintaining a routine was an important aspect of a captive pony's life, but if breakfast and grooming were ten minutes late, why should I give a damn. Would the beasts over there even know, for there was no stable clock, and even if there had been one, it would not have mattered one jot to their miserable lives!

"So", I concluded a little while later. "That’s chapter and verse as to how I became the proud owner of a couple of animals and joined the club, as it were!” I grinned. “I don’t think I’ve ever told the full version going right back to my initiation on that thing” I nodded to my old desktop. Tony’s main tech guy had copied everything from it into a gleaming new one that did things faster than you could blink, but I’d refused to part with my dusty old one. Pure nostalgia, I suppose, which surprised me a little. One thing I hadn’t inherited from my parents was their tendency towards hoarding!

Penny looked over to Fluffy, kneeling in her oversized doggie bed. “Well, she’s certainly a natural performing cunnilingus, probably a combination of that and fear of your cane. No backbone at all in her, I suspect. I didn’t have to raise so much as a single finger last night other than to point at the target area,” she paused to chuckle and added. “If she hadn’t been so damn good at it, I might even have been a tad disappointed. My Brutus always needs some suitable encouragement to get the best out of him, which tends to get my juices flowing nicely!”

“Her big doggie”, Suzy added, picking up the last of her toast soldiers and taking a bite. “So called because he is a brute, ugly as hell and as mean as a hell hound! Probably as well you left him behind,” she paused. “Might have been fun to have given him a try-out, though, as a change!”

Penny yawned. “Possibly, but I thought the two ponies would be enough without adding him to the travelling circus. Besides, there is barely enough room in that van for me, so adding that hound wouldn’t have made for a very comfortable stay. Anyway, he doesn’t travel well!” she grinned. “I don’t mean he gets sick, more that he’s a fucking liability with a capital F and way too much of a security risk! Jenny and Bill can keep an eye on him in their cottage. My two main resident stable hands, “she explained and nodded towards Fluffy. “You’ve presumably seen those two colossal beasts Bob keeps?”

I nodded both to her and then toward Sally’s usual chair. “First time was with Sally in charge”.

Penny giggled. “Yeah, I’ve seen her in action with those two giants. Kinda cute, isn’t it? Well, my Brutus is built along similar lines, only a smaller version and not nearly as imposing in his puppy suit. Sal’s taken him for a walk more than once, and I’ll bet he’s nearly as scared of her as he is of me! You know how she is with Samson and Hercules?”

I grinned. I did, and I knew exactly what she meant by ‘kinda cute’. Watching the Tiny woman dealing so masterfully with those two enormous hulking brutes that first time at Mandy’s was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. “Well, you’ve seen Medusa. Big is her thing, although she’s another one that’s very taken with Fluffy.”

Penny chuckled again. “Now that’s what I call a big strong ponygirl. Big being the key word. Not my cup of tea” she held up her mug. “I like a little eye candy between my legs riding out or on view when I visit my stable, not something likely to give me nightmares! That monster creature is certainly an ideal pony for Sally, though! Now that’s adorable,” she laughed and pointed.

We all looked towards the corner where Fluffy was trying to fend off Raven's long wet tongue with her stumpy, doubled-up arms.

“Getting friendlier and friskier by the day”, I observed. “He was initially very curious and then went the other way, avoiding her. Now he seems to be taking an interest in her again since we’ve been back” A thought struck me. “Does your Brutus, I mean, have you ever let him…”

“No,” Penny said firmly. “Never, not one of my animals has ever been permitted an orgasm. Anyway, that’s irrelevant so far as my big doggie is concerned. I lopped his nuts off not long after I acquired him” She smiled. “Well, that’s what you do with big male dogs. It’s supposed to make them more tractable, less likely to suffer from testicular or prostate diseases and reduce hormone-related problems such as inappropriate mounting or roaming. That's what I read about the real thing!” She shrugged. “The roaming was never likely to be a problem, but as he lives mostly in the house, I certainly didn’t want him humping the furniture or anyone’s leg either!”

“Did it?” I asked curiously and then, seeing her puzzled expression, quickly elaborated. “Make him more tractable. I’ve read that gelding male ponies has that effect. In fictional stories anyway?” I giggled and added, "I've yet to come across any tales of gelded real-life human equines!”

This time it was Penny, whose face went a little blank as she momentarily thought back and then laughed aloud. “Not so’s I noticed. If anything, he went the other way in a raging fury! Quite funny to watch, as it sank in that ‘He man’ was now ‘She man’ more or less” She giggled again like a naughty child who’d just done something very naughty, adding, “very much a case now of being less rather than more. I did leave him his dick, though. It’s pretty impressive as is. Useless now other than as a big pee tube, but I like to see it flopping about between his cute little legs when he waddles about.”

“Makes a neat target for the flap of a riding crop as well, I recall,” Suzy added and then coughed, spraying toasts crumbs about. “Whoops, sorry!”

Penny brushed a couple of crumbs off her arm, eyeing the still spluttering little blonde but said nothing. Instead, she turned back to me with a wry smile. “That idea is mostly fictional, at least in my experience. It may work with the real thing, and the threat certainly works in our world. Many a recalcitrant two-legged stallion has been brought to heel by the mere threat of being gelded. Even better if they have witnessed the procedure!” she added, glancing across at Fluffy, still endeavouring to fend off Raven's inquisitive wet nose. “Interesting”, she observed, “Has he been allowed to…”

“Nope, not yet,” I said quickly and smiled. “But it’s by no means off the radar!”

Penny chuckled. “Well, maybe one evening before I go home. Back to Brutus, I don’t think it made an iota of difference in his case. He was an angry, dangerous feral beast snarling and snapping at everyone from his cage when I first bought him, and three years later, he remains almost the same, only held in check by the limitations of his puppy suit and fear of my whip” she paused to think. “Maybe he’ll change in time, but I have my doubts. I have to keep him muzzled lest he sink his teeth into someone’s ankle most of the time. Although, strangely enough, he’s very docile around the twins now they’re at that awkward mobile stage. The three of them were playing ball in the lounge the other day, and it was so sweet. Unfortunately, I’d left my phone in the kitchen and missed the moment, but it would have made a great family video!” She looked up at the clock and jumped to her feet.

“Yeah”, I noted. “A little late today, but I doubt they’ll have noticed.” Then another question occurred to me as we cleared the table and stacked our dirties on the worktop. Living alone for so long, I did not need to install a dishwasher, so we had to do things the old-fashioned way. Our routine was usually to leave them till lunchtime and kill two birds with one lot of hot water, as Sally put it.

“What about grandma? I mean, if the kids are used to your….your big dog. Does she know about him and everything else?”

Penny had just dumped her load and was heading for the door when she stopped and laughed. “You kidding me! No way, all she’s ever seen when she’s been down is the riding school and the kids out on the ponies, the real ones. Heavens, the old bitch would have an instant heart attack. Her outlook on anything remotely erotic or obscene is decidedly Victorian! Fortunately, she’s not the brightest spark north of the border! Hubby will pass it off somehow if they mention anything about Brutus, like the other ponies they’ve seen. My big hunk of man flesh had an extremely narrow and biased upbringing till he cut loose at Uni, which is probably why he doesn’t bat an eyelid at my more specialised interests. Each to his and her own. He has his interests, mainly auto-based, and I have mine based on a different form of horsepower. Of course, we have to sanitise the house and ensure nothing else is in sight when the old bag pays us one of her rare visits. No big deal, as I told you, almost all my training is in the big ‘hanger’, and Brutus gets to live with Jenny and Bill for a few days like now”, she suddenly laughed wickedly. “Oh, boy, does he hate that! Come on, girls, let's make ourselves useful elsewhere!”

She disappeared through the door, leaving me to glance at Suzy, sitting on the sofa, pulling her boots on. She always took them off when she entered because she liked the feel of the old, tiled floor through her thick woolly socks, odd girl!

I caught up with Penny just as she was tapping in the stable door combo and demanded to know why “he hatred that?”

Penny giggled as we pushed the big doors open and hooked them back to let in the morning light and air as the usual stinky odour of captive human ponies wafted out. She raised her head and winked. “Why? Because Bill shares certain rear-door proclivities with Bob, and Jenny just loves encouraging my big pup with her cane. Usually, the lucky dog gets to watch the pair of them later when it’s Jenny’s turn and maybe even aid her with a little personal hygiene. She loves to feel his doggie tongue cleaning her out and keeps her cane handy for a little further encouragement!”

“My god, you people really are perverts, aren’t you” I whispered somewhat thoughtlessly, which promptly caused her to give a loud shriek of laughter and nod into the interior of the stables. “Takes one to know one, Honey! I’ve used my big pup the same way numerous times if I can be bothered to get out of bed and find him. There’s something deliciously wicked and erotic in making him clean out another male's spent ammo when the poor pup can’t even fire so much a teeny blank! ,” she laughed, adding. “My hunk’s pretty broad-minded, but he draws the line at having Brutus in the bedroom with us. The big sweeties a bit bashful about certain things,” she laughed as she drew her crop from her belt and headed towards her waiting ponies.

*****

Sally and I had stood together hand in hand, watching that first afternoon when Penny and Suzy had unloaded her horse box. Was ‘unloaded’ the correct term I had absently wondered at the time? I mean, they were hardly heaving boxes or crates out of it like a delivery driver. Was there a correct equine term? I made a mental note to ask later and then, of course, promptly forgot.

Suzy emerged first, leading a big female pony, big as in tall, broad shoulders with sizeable udders and long muscular legs. Very muscular, I noted, pleased to realise that I was developing the ability to assess a pony’s assets at a glance. The animal's bridled head was the last thing I’d taken time to examine. I was adapting to this exciting new world, wasn’t I? How different to an hour or so ago when its stylish owner had arrived, and her gorgeous smiling face had been the first thing to catch my eye. Animal versus human! The boundaries between were definitely widening in my subconscious, were they not?

“Meet Chatterbox,” Suzy said, stopping next to me and absently stroking the pony’s sizeable right udder and flipping its nipple ring with one finger. 12/43 Penny just told me. Recognise it?” the blonde girl grinned at me as she moved her hand down to caress the beast’s nearest whip-scarred buttock cheek.

A sizeable animal but not by any means in the way that Medusa was. Twelve and forty-three. I stared hard at the passive pony, knowing what the numbers meant, but why should I recognise it? A helpless captive pony for a dozen years and now aged forty-three. This creature was no youthful skittish filly but a seasoned mare of long-standing. Recognise her, though? That would have made her thirty-one when she exited the wild. The mare wasn’t even looking at me but staring fixedly to my right into the distance with incurious eyes. Not dead eyes but eyes that seemed curiously disinterested when I raised my hand and hooked a finger under the bridle strap pulling her head towards me. The expressionless violet eyes met mine for a second and then looked away before I could begin deciphering anything in them.

“Very docile”, Suzy observed, tapping the creature’s rump lightly with her palm and then grabbing a handful of flesh. These big fat rump cheeks have felt the whip and cane many times, as you can see. I expect she was a bit of a handful in her earlier days, but now that silliness is long gone! Still, plenty of life left in her legs, though. Ran a few marathons in her time before she seriously pissed the wrong people off!”

I was about to ask a question when we were both diverted by a commotion from the horsebox. I couldn’t see inside from where I was standing, but it seemed to rock and sway slightly at the same time, and then Penny was screaming in anger, and the sound of her crop upon pony hide could clearly be heard.

Suzy chuckled. “She packed that one in good, loads of padding and a ton of straps to keep him from moving or kicking out, and those straps must be brand new. I had a problem working the buckles and stiff leather getting this one out, and she went to town on him strapwise! Give up, then?” she nodded towards Chatterbox.

“Okay, I surrender” I stared at the big mare, the robust and shapely body showing signs of age in places like the boobs, belly and slightly sagging buttock but otherwise in pretty good shape for her human age. The high fading blonde ponytail rose upwards from her otherwise bald head, visible signs of grey prominent but not enough of her face was visible. “Okay, I surrender; I give up”.

Suzy chuckled delightedly, looked around furtively, then leaned forward and whispered or half whispered a doubled-barrelled name at me, scowled at my blank expression, repeated it and then shook her head in disgust. “It would seem, pony, that you have already passed into obscurity”, she giggled, straightening up and slapping the animal on its right udder. 

“Sorry”, I apologised automatically, not quite sure why I was apologising, and then a vague memory stirred. I was never a great one for watching TV and still aren’t, but something bubbled up from the little grey morass. “Wasn’t she a newsreader or something like that on television?”

Suzy grinned delightedly and slapped the pony’s breast again, this time hard enough to make it react slightly to the painful blow. “Wowzer, not a bullseye, but I’ll give you the coconut anyway! Before my time, of course, I was still at the ‘my little pony’ stage back then and hadn’t even heard of big ponies like this creature at that tender age.”

“An air crash, a helicopter or something like that in one of the Arab countries” my eyes narrowed as I mentally squeezed the aforementioned grey mass. I knew there was more to it, but I was forced to shake my head. Whatever it had been, the story hadn’t registered much with me at the time.

“This silly animal” Suzy gave the reins she was holding a violent shake. “Once upon a time, was a popular freelance TV reporter, you know the type! A nosy investigative journalist and all that digging up the dirt shit, although I’ll bet her face and these big udders had as much to do with her presence on the telly more than any journalistic talent! Did a live piece on a major royal type in one of the Gulf States about modern slavery, imported Asian workers disappearing into a black hole! Big mistake to do something like that live to camera before she’d left the country,” the girl giggled and slapped Chatterbox on the rump again. 

 “A case of ego and an impressive desert backdrop framed against a setting sun for that final dramatic reveal when she told the world, or those that could be bothered to watch, about her dossier of evidence. The one she was going to deliver personally to the UN and various western newspapers  Boarded a helicopter for the short hop to a neighbouring state, waving her papers about and shouting, freedom! Bet the network bosses loved it, but then the helicopter carrying her and the camera crew crashed into the ocean, or so it seemed. Bits of wreckage found, even the pilot's body along with the elderly producer….”

“You seem something of an expert in all this?” I interrupted. I didn’t doubt the story, but I wondered how she knew so much.

“Not really,” Penny said, coming up unnoticed leading an impressive male pony, a stallion, a young one by the looks of it. I noted she was not using the dangling reins but had attached a short, thin leather leash to the prominent ring in its nose. “I gave Suze chapter and verse over coffee one wet and windy day in Mandy’s stable” she shrugged her shoulders and grinned at me. “Sometimes it’s interesting to know something of an animal’s background. Quite unimportant, of course, to its new life but fun. This big unruly fucker is called Goofy, by the way.”

Suzy and I shared a glance and then burst out laughing and chorused “Goofy!” in unison. This time my eyes did lock onto those of the stallion, and they certainly weren’t indifferent. Oh boy, this must be the new project Penny had mentioned earlier. I got the impression that Goofy was by no means impressed with his new name any more than his new life.

“Blame the Disney Channel”, Penny grinned. It was on when I was giving the twins their tea. I’d just come in from a session with this brute. I’d only had him a couple of days. Got him on the cheap, but he still cost me a fucking fortune and then some, didn’t you?” she gave the nose leash a sharp tug making the big animal dance and scream into its bit. “Ungrateful brute, had you gone up for auction, you’d almost certainly have gone for more than I could afford, and there are worse stables than mine, believe me.” She paused and winked at me. “Well, there must be at least one somewhere, and anyway, you’ve still got these” she bent down and squeezed his testicles, making him buck and silently squeal again. “For the moment anyway, which might not have been the case had you gone elsewhere, oops! “ She held out her hand palm upwards, looking at the sky.

I’d also felt the first few drops, and the forecast had said around a sixty per cent chance of heavy rain about this time. By unspoken mutual consent, we all headed straight for the stable. Well, five figures did. One laggard needed a hearty swipe from a riding crop, plus additional pressure on his nasal cavity that must have been exceedingly painful from the mutes below he emitted!

*****

“So, what happened to the others?” I asked a little later when we were all back around the table by mutual agreement after getting the latest arrivals settled, if that is the appropriate word, into their stalls. Goofy, for one, didn’t give the impression of being the least bit settled, unlike the docile Chatterbox, who seemed utterly unfazed or perhaps indifferent to her new surroundings. I supposed that to a pony of long-standing, one stall was very much the same as another!

“It’s chucking it down now”, Penny observed, looking at the streaming windows. “I’m glad I set off earlier than I’d intended. Simple statistic,” she added, catching Suzy’s grin. “A much greater chance of being involved in a road accident in heavy rainstorms and with a couple of ponies on board, that’s the last thing I’d want to be involved in!”

“Makes sense”, the young blonde nodded. “Over to you, though. Chatterbox belongs to you, so you can fill in the blanks for her”.

Penny shrugged and sat back in her chair. “Not a lot more to tell beyond what you’ve already said. Bits of chopper wreckage, a couple of bodies hauled out of the sea, and lots of local and national TV pictures. His Royal Highness expressed his sympathies while maintaining his indignation about the blatantly false story that had been so scandalous broadcast about his cousin and his country. Blah, blah and more blah! You know the form. A week or so later, it was ‘old news’ the Ambassador was more interested in ensuring the government elbowed the Americans out of the huge defence contract in the offing than chasing up any rumours! The cousin in question  just happened to be the country's Defence Minister!”

“So, you….” I frowned, realising that twelve years back, Penny would only have been in her mid-teens had she started that early. Obviously, some did! I glanced sideways at young Suzy nonchalantly, working her way through a large bag of potato crisps, potato chips as they say in the states. Yet more calories that would refuse to stick to the nubile little bitch!

The tall brunette was on the same wavelength, for she shook her head. “Nope, nothing to do with me. I was busy with exam revision and trying to get myself on the books of a better agency than the crap one my mum had signed me up with two years earlier. A big mistake that cost me a pile getting out of that contract a year or so later!” she rolled her eyes and smiled. “Then again, if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have joined the agency I did, and from that came the interesting equine connections I subsequently made”, she grinned. “Fast forward, and here I am!” she laughed and then stabbed a finger in Suzy’s direction. “And you can shut it, Missy. I do not want a face full of half-masticated bits of potato. I’m about to answer the original question, and I don’t need a reminder from you!”

This time the little pink tongue Suzy poked in her direction was covered with the detritus of her snack.

“Vulgar child”, Penny observed, leaning across and stealing a large crisp out of the indignant girl's open packet. “Anyway, while they were pulling bits of mangled helicopter out of the ocean, our investigative reporter, along with a young PA and the camera and sound guys, were enjoying some discrete royal hospitality. No doubt wishing they’d all picked somewhere else to go and conduct their shock, horror investigation! I’ve no idea what happened to the girl and the two guys,” she noted, popping the crisp into her mouth and shrugging her shoulders.

“They were all pretty young, so doubtlessly had some value which saved them from ending up face down in the ocean like the other two. Chatterbox herself spent a couple of months entertaining the place guards for her captor’s amusement till he grew bored with the spectacle, and then his number one wife claimed the silly  bitch for her stable and gave her that name. Chatterbox is the English translation, by the way. The Arabic one sounds nicer, but I stick to the English version. I bought the animal about three years ago, and I’m her fourth owner and have hardly had to touch the beast whip-wise. A couple of canings and a few cropping to keep her in line but not much. Quite boring, but that’s not why I bought her.” She winked at me. “You won’t be the first I’ve trained to ride. There are those mums who like their daughters to learn to ride more interesting and unusual ponies so technically, I run more than one riding school.” She smiled and shrugged, “although the second one is more for fun and favours than for profit!”

I smiled at her. “I take it I’m one of those favours, then. What about the other one you brought, Goofy? He seems a bit of a handful!” Even as I said it, I thought it a bit of an understatement thinking back an hour or so. Suzy had tied Chatterbox to a post near the entrance, and we all stood admiring Penny's unruly young stallion.

Goofy was a very eye-catching tall, muscular young male. He must have stood nearly seven feet in his pony hoof boots and had a body to match his height, six-packed and rippling with muscles but not overdone like one of those unsightly bulging bodybuilders. He certainly caught our attention. I heard Suzy mutter ‘wow’ as she ran an appraising eye over the beast, and I knew exactly what she meant! I was also amused to see a speculative gleam in Sally’s eye, but for a different reason entirely. I knew that of the three of us, only one of us was thinking in terms of the stable. Two of us were experiencing other twinges speculating on the magnificent creature’s potential in a more horizontal capacity!

“Wow”, Suzy repeated and automatically stepped forward and reached out for that magnificent organ that dangled freely before us. Not entirely free, I realised as Suzy grasped it in her small hand, her fingers barely able to close around its girth. He was wearing some form of stainless-steel chastity device that divided his big purple-hued balls and banded the base of his impressive manhood in a tight grip. I could see how the organ was constricted at its root. I watched as Suzy slipped her hand downwards and tapped a finger on the band first and then against one of his balls. Big, I thought. To myself, and if that monster were ever permitted to achieve a full erection, sheesh, you could fly a flag from it!

‘If’ being the operative word, I thought, glancing at the amused expression on Penny’s face as she watched Suzy explore her magnificent beast's private parts. Well, no, that was the wrong terminology. They were not private parts anymore, but very public ones, and they belonged to the beautiful svelte woman holding that nose leash in one hand and a heavy riding quirt in the other. The woman who’d almost certainly fitted that steel band herself, and looking at her amused, cruel expression, I somehow doubted that Goofy would be raising any flags soon, if ever!

Penny looked up, catching my admiring gaze. “Almost tempting, isn’t it?” she laughed, and we both knew what she meant!

“Very”, I acknowledged with an unashamed grin.

“Certainly, a little twitchy”, Suzy giggled, running her hand up and down the thick stalk that was visibly doing what she’d just said. “If this band were a mite looser, I’m sure he’d be rising to the occasion for us!”

“Yeeees”, Penny growled slowly. “Please take your hand out of the way. He’s excited enough today without you adding any additional stimulation to the mix!”

Suzy did as she was told, and Penny’s crop immediately flashed up and down, catching the pony on his big captive right ball. Well, that accounted for the purple colour. It wasn’t just from that steel band dividing his sac.

“Getting twitchy, as you put it, is a big no-no!” Penny growled and swung her crop again, this time at his other testicle. He’d jumped and squealed at the first blow and positively took off rocket-like at the second—the pressure on, his nasal tether doubtlessly adding to his agony. The crop lowered and tapped that band at the base of his penis. “Partly my fault”, Penny admitted giving the nasal tether some slack as her impressive young stallion hoped up and down as best his hobbled legs would allow trying to work off something of the agony her casual swats must have caused him. “Feel it?” she asked Suzy, “No idiot, not there, higher, near his balls, the steel band” she raised her eyes in mock amazement as the young girl's hand instinctively returned to his big dangler's mid-point.

“Quiet, quiet, beast!” Penny snapped, raising the crop threateningly. Goofy obeyed, although he continued to sway about and shift his weight from one leg to the other, rolling his eyes.

“Well, he’s not twitching now”, Sally chuckled approvingly from beside me. “I’m surprised you even allow it?”

“There's a tiny twiddly screw thingy back here”, Suzy announced. “At the rear of this band. Maybe it needs tightening a little”

“Penny laughed. “Leave it be! I spent the better part of a day getting that just right when I fitted it on him. A little teasing to begin with, just out of curiosity, of course, to see how proud I could get him to stand for me. This beast of mine could give a filly a very good time, provided the animal was suitably acclimatised in accommodating such a monster. I’m half tempted to allow him to cover some tiny pony or a virgin filly,  which would be amusing to watch, but somehow, I don’t think I will ever allow that to happen! Twitching, of course, is very disrespectful and brings instant punishment, eh boy?” she flicked his nasal tether making his nose ring bounce. It was not hard enough to hurt, but it showed who was boss and who wasn’t.

“You could probably tighten this a little more and stop it, though! Suzy observed her hand still exploring.

Penny grinned. “Now, why on earth should I want to do that. As I said, it took half a day to get it right. It’s so much fun watching him achieve those pathetic little twitches and then disciplining him for such blatant disrespect.” Her grin grew broader. “Maybe he’ll learn more self-control and contain his foolish urges in time. Who knows. Given his age and all the stimulation, it will be an interesting ongoing experiment!”

Suzy reluctantly ceased her explorations and re-joined Sally and me. “He’s not looking very friendly, is he?” she giggled as she released Chatterbox and led her towards an empty stall.

Yeah, understatement had been the correct term. Goofy had not looked the slightest bit friendly since he’d Penny had led him from her horse box. I suspected that only his painful nose tether had permitted her to do that so easily. Hell, if you could have bottled that look in his eyes, you could have used it as a potent weapon. Talk about scary! I noted that I wasn’t the only one who’d taken an involuntary half-step backwards at that point. Naturally, Beauty and Fluffy had not looked friendly, Goldie and big Medusa likewise, but Goofy outdid all of them in the rage, hate and anger department. If the others ever got loose, there would be a hell of a bang, but Goofy looked and radiated nuclear detonation!

Penny saw our expressions at Suzy’s words and laughed. “Priceless, the look on your faces. Mind you; I wasn’t too different the first time I saw the beast. STILL,” she snarled, yanking on his nose tether and lashing his thigh with her crop. “STILL, unless you want to lose this useless thing” her crop flashed up and down, this time the flap smacking his bulbous circumcised penis head, which didn’t exactly achieve anything so far as keeping him still went. A fact she ignored as she continued, and he danced in agony, wailing into his bit and beckoning us closer.

“My current project and I’ve only just begun, so I was quite relieved when that photoshoot went sour. Of course, Bill and Jenny would have done the daily feeding and grooming basics strictly, hands-off. No one is going to lay a crop on this handsome animal but me till I’ve broken and trained the beast”. She pursed her lips and considered. “Well, perhaps not broken but knocked a few large chunks off the corners and initiated the odd crack or two, eh boy?” she flipped the nasal tether again and gave him a big smile.

“Didn’t want him going into remission while you were away”, I surmised.

“Yup, this splendid beast is either very stupid, very stubborn or very brave, probably a combination of all three! Every day is three steps forwards and, no, not even that. Call it one small step forward and two-thirds of the same step backwards, but” she grinned at us. “I just love a challenge” then she raised her hand to her face and whispered. “I suspect it may never be fully broken. That’s why I bought the angry fucker. Got him at a bargain price, too!” then she giggled like a naughty ten-year-old who’d just stolen a forbidden treat out of the cookie jar.

“How much?” Sally asked.

Penny shook her head and grinned at the tiny woman. “Not telling you…..oh alright, come here”, she crooked her finger towards Sally, who’d just pulled the most awful angry face. “If it will stop you from looking like Frankenstein’s sister for the next few days”, she bent down and whispered in Sally’s ear. My little lover’s eyes went wide, and she gasped.

“No!”

Penny chuckled. “Make that a big yes. I couldn’t believe it either. Don’t you tell a soul, not even your new friend here” She jerked a thumb in my direction. “A simple case of eyes way bigger than her belly by the sweet young miss who’d bought him at auction and then realised just what a troublesome feral beast she’d purchased! Her eyes settled briefly on me, and she grinned. “Well, since I’m only the guest, maybe during morning coffee, but just don’t go telling her boss”, she pointed over at Suzy. “Mrs, who shall not be named!”

Sally looked surprised, then frowned, looking hard at Goofy. “Why? Mandy only goes in for Ponygirls, and this one is certainly not the type to interest Bob. Not his cup of tea at all! Too big and butch to be a pretty fuck colt but nowhere near big or ugly enough to join his other two monster beasts!

Penny laughed. “Oh, I don’t think she intended him for Bob’s Christmas stocking. I’m not the only one up for a challenge. Maybe she just fancied that and then would have sold him afterwards, but he’d make a damn good stud stallion, wouldn’t he?” she addressed that last remark to the grinning Suzy, who’d returned and was still staring fascinatedly at the creature’s groin.

“Mmmmm”, Sally giggled, moistening her lips. “I can think of a few frustrated fillies back at Mandy’s who’d appreciate going for a little ride with him!” she nodded towards the other recent arrival. “I bet even old Chatterbox there might show a bit of life with that thing up her twat!” the girl said thoughtfully, looking at the dangling organ.

Penny caught my eye and winked. Maybe not just the captive fillies, I shared the thought. That thing must be a monster when fully erect, and a moment later, I felt Sally tugging on my arm. “Hey, wake up, sleepyhead. What are you hanging about here for? It’s raining through the doorway, and you're getting all wet!”

“What, sorry!” I found myself staring into space and shook myself as she pulled me further into the stable towards where Suzy was showing Penny to the other empty stall,  Goofy’s whip-marked rump just disappearing inside it. I’d been contemplating an image of the diminutive Suzy’s cute and neatly shaven ‘twat’ pole dancing on the end of Goofy’s sizeable manhood. The girl was no prude and totally uninhibited, and if the mood took her would drop her pants and put my Fluff’s tongue to good use when and wherever, regardless.

Could a girl her size even contemplate that thing, though? Heck, that wouldn’t be sex, but more akin to the old Medieval punishment, impalement via a stake. Did stable girls even do that with their charges, were they allowed? Yes, human doggie tongues, both male and female, but that was different. Well, it was sort of somehow! But with a pony? Would Mandy allow that? I pondered, wondering why I’d never asked. It may be because silly as it sounded, it just seemed so alien and unnatural! Yes, I’d handled the lovely beasts, and it was erotic doing so. My fingers had eagerly explored their most intimate places and stroking a captive pony’s udder or rump was a delicious experience that got the juices flowing just as whipping one did. But I’d never contemplated using one of them sexually, not that I could recall. That somehow was sort of like real bestiality, wasn’t it? Well almost!

“Sorry”, I repeated with a smile and reached for the hand Sally was holding up and together, we walked to the newly occupied stall, hand in hand. Anyway, who needed a clumsy big dicked stallion when I had a gorgeous sexy little dolly like Sally to share my bed every night!