Pony Renaissance

Chapter 14

My dog was the one who alerted me as we approached the final mile or so of our return journey. I’ve no idea how my dog knew, for Raven had spent most of his young life within the confines of my farm. I don’t think I’d ever taken him for a walk along the narrow road—instinct maybe or just a coincidence him waking up at that point and deciding to bark. Whatever, but it was as well he did for, I’d been cruising on autopilot mentally for the last ten or fifteen miles, and I might have driven straight past my own entrance gate. 

I’d been preoccupied for most of the journey, thinking about how my life had changed recently. Now it would change even more and how rapidly those changes had occurred. I felt a bit, well, a bit mentally breathless, if you understand what I mean. My life had gone sort of crazy in a very short space of time, and I’d a distinct sense of losing control. Not totally, but enough had happened to leave me with a slightly unsettled feeling. Like I’d been continually riding a roller coaster a few too many times, and now back on the ground, everything felt a little odd!

Assuming they had finally set off, two other vehicles towing two horse boxes were somewhere behind me. One of them contained my new pony plus Sally’s Medusa. I’d left home towing a trailer with one special pony in it, and now I had two! I shouldn’t have been surprised when they returned from Russia, should I? Mandy had obliquely referenced adding a couple of ponies, hadn’t she back when she’d made that phone call about Tony and upgrading my security arrangements! Somehow that part of the conversation had been buried by my fascination with all I saw and indulged in at Mandy’s little empire!

Not that I was complaining about it anyway, nor was my conscience troubling me overmuch as it occasionally had during those first few weeks after I’d acquired Beauty and Fluffy. Custom and practice, I supposed. Don’t get me wrong, I was well aware of the sheer criminality of my actions, the appalling depraved evilness of my actions and perhaps worse, my casual yet complete acceptance of the cruel monster I had become.  

I was, and I wasn't, if you get my meaning? Yes, to Beauty and Fluffy and to any outside observer, I was an evil, cruel, sadistic woman. How else could they see me otherwise?  On the other hand, I mean, I was still me, wasn’t I, and I didn’t feel much different. I hadn’t grown an extra head, or anything had I! The same thoughts I recalled had run in a similar vein the night I acquired Beauty and Fluffy. 

Okay, so I’d done some horrible things, but I certainly didn’t feel like a criminal, though did I? Was that odd or normal? I wondered under similar circumstances. How did those guys who charged into banks with stockings over their heads and sawn-off shotguns in their hands? How did they see themselves, I pondered? Just a typical day at the office for them, perhaps! Was there a difference?

I suppose I’d already adapted to the simple attitude that Mandy, Bob, and the stable girls all had. I was on one side of the fence or stall and the ponies on the other. Simple destiny? The lucky and the less lucky and no big deal so far as they were concerned. Did any of them even think along these lines? I made a mental note to satisfy my curiosity some time, then Raven woke up and started barking!

I spotted Tony waiting by the kitchen door, and he gave me a friendly wave as I emerged from the drive and headed for my usual parking spot, aware of an unusual scrunching sound from the tyres! Nothing had changed, not too much anyway that’s what Tony had cheerfully assured me over the phone the other night. One glance around the tidy farmyard was enough to belie that statement as I yanked on the handbrake. 

Tidy? Make that immaculate! Where had all the mud, potholes and ruts gone? The weeds, the nettles and the various piles of assorted debris, along with the rusted carcasses of long-deceased bits of farm machinery. An expanse of fresh white shingle had replaced the previous eyesores. “No change, my bloody arse!” I muttered, climbing out of the car. 

An impression further confirmed the moment the grinning contractor ushered me into my spacious kitchen cum living room. I noted that nothing had changed furniture or décor wise, but it was tidy for the first time in living memory! I habitually lived in an ocean of clutter, as had my mother, both of us subscribing to the theory that it was a waste of time to put things away that you were bound to need again soon. 

“We had a bit of a tidy up,” Tony said, sounding part apologetic and part defensive. “The guys found it a bit cluttered, and we did need to organise ready access to install certain utilities. I’m sure you’ll soon find your things again”. He paused and gave a slight cough. “They, er, they tidied the cupboards a bit as well, just to make room to put stuff away”, he hastily assured me and added, “Don’t worry, it’s all there, we didn’t throw anything away, not house stuff anyway!” He paused again then added. “There was quite a lot of room in most of them!”

An understatement, I thought, feeling a sudden pang of guilt. I’m not a total slut housekeeping-wise; the place is always clean or cleanish! Plus, I had made an effort, hadn’t I before I left? It hadn’t been as bad as it sometimes was, I mean, I had put some stuff away, hadn’t I, so there would be space for them to sit and have a cuppa and eat their sandwiches or whatever! Anyway, I could hardly be blamed for how everything had happened in such a colossal rush. I coloured slightly.

“Well, Mrs Montague-Smythe did push me a bit, I” reminded him, and I didn’t realise that you’d need….” I broke off and gestured around the room.

Tony laughed. “We made it mission control, the centre of our operation, so to speak. I have a large trailer cabin that we often use on-site, but that drive of yours! He made a gesture with his hands.

I nodded. “I know, narrow and lots of twisty turns and not much you can do about it unless you chop down a few trees and a lot of bushes”.

Tony nodded. “Heavy undergrowth and mature trees at that, the thought did occur to me, but I deemed it overkill. Anyway, the whole point of the exercise was to create a maximum secure environment and your trees, and that approach is an aid to achieving that goal. Therefore, no point in removing the natural cover; now let me show you around, and you can play with a few of the new toys” he chuckled. “What did you think of the yard, by the way? Looks good, I think. I know it wasn’t in the schedule, but my contract with Bob was open-ended money-wise. We filled in all the potholes and then decided that we might as well go the whole way before adding the new surface. I take it none of that rusty trash had any nostalgic value. I suppose I should have checked with you, but it was so….”

“Disgustingly tacky and unsightly”, I filled in the blank for him. “Possibly even unsanitary, my father was always going to get a man in to clear it all out, but he never did. The white gravel stuff looks great; it was just a bit startling on the eye after all the mud and overgrown stinging greenery!”

He flashed that charming smile at me. “Yes, we had a couple of close encounters with that stinging greenery! The gravel is not just for show, though. It adds a little extra to your site security, although it would be a major system failure if anyone got that close, and I don’t envisage that occurring. But it serves as a useful bonus”.

“How so?”

He grinned and nodded to the open door. “Try and walk across to your stable quietly, if you can, that is!”

I gave him a puzzled stare, shrugged my shoulders and did as he suggested wondering what he was on about. Landmines under the bloody gravel, I shouldn’t wonder! I took three steps and realised I was ‘scrunching’ quite loudly, and I was by no means heavy-footed. I took a couple more carefully and then virtually tiptoed. It was almost impossible not to make a crunching sound on that shingle and one that was quite audible, especially as I usually slept year-round with my bedroom window open. I returned to the kitchen thoughtfully, realising that I’d probably be subconsciously trying to pussy-foot my way about my farmyard from now onwards!

“It’s an elementary domestic security precaution,” Tony chuckled and, in some ways, far more effective than an expensive camera system. “Being woken in the middle of the night by noisy footsteps, throwing a window open and shouting, ‘Hoy!’ tends to scare off most intruders”.

I nodded. “But it’s the stable and contents plus other areas that are my primary concern, not the house. That was the point of all this, wasn’t it?” I waved a hand at the new monitors and other bits of technical kit that I could see winking away at me via tiny red and green led lights.

“Yes and no. True, most of what we did was security-wise was to give you a secure environment to exercise your special ponies out of doors and over the entire property—a rather unique requirement compared to most security systems. However, it would help if you also kept in mind that you live in an isolated location compared to the average homeowner, and country properties have become fair game these days for the criminal element. Desirable targets! Prying eyes are prying eyes, whether an incidental trespassing hiker by day or small-time burglar by night, and you have secrets that are far better-kept secret!”.

I nodded—no argument from me. Leaving aside said secrets, that was something that had been at the back of my mind ever since I left the hurly-burly of London and returned home. There had been an upward trend in burglaries at country houses for some years, including some severe assaults, even a few murders. The idea of adding some sort of security system to my property predated the acquisition of my two animals by a couple of years. I couldn’t disagree with Tony’s logic. 

The more primitive system I’d installed earlier as part of my ‘fantasy planning’ had been adequate. Still, now fantasy had become a reality, and my experience at Mandy’s place made me realise how inadequate it had been.

I noticed he was still looking a trifle worried, understandable, I mean, turning someone’s house and grounds upside down and inside out when they hardly had a clue as to what you were doing isn’t something that happens every day, is it? I flashed him another beaming reassuring smile. “Coffee and mugs still living in the same place?”

He laughed, looking relieved. “Of course, plus it’s just boiled” he flicked a finger at a monitor. “Street view, you’ve cameras installed that look up and down your road, the country lane, I should say. I saw you driving up and flicked the kettle switch long before you even slowed to enter your drive. I’ve got a large bottle of something special chilling in the fridge to launch your revamp when the rest of the gang arrive unless you’d rather I open that now while it’s quiet?”

I grinned and headed for the appropriate kitchen cupboard. “I set off ahead of the convoy they were organising. I expect they’ll be an hour and more behind. Bob sensibly advised me to come on ahead and see you first on my own. Liable to be less chaotic and more chance that I’d remember anything important you told me when Mandy wasn’t flapping about trying to take charge of everything. His words, not mine! I think we’d best save your special bottle for later.”

Tony caught my eye and laughed. We both knew Mrs Montague-Smythe, more informally known as Mandy! My original intention had been to return home in a quieter way, perhaps just myself plus, of course, Beauty and Fluffy. Give myself time to adapt to my newly renovated little empire and absorb the new additions a little at a time. Mandy had scotched such ideas a couple of nights previously, ticking things off on her fingers like a general doing a final run-through before we all rushed up a beach in Normandy!

Of course, no sooner had that been decided than she’d almost gone completely the other way when Bob began to have reservations! In addition, my personal circumstances had also taken a new direction that completely invalidated my earlier intentions by that time!

*****

Bob and Mandy had been back nearly a week when Tony called to say they’d be finished at the farm in a few more days or thereabouts if I wanted to fix a handover date. His next contract would take him overseas for a couple of months, maybe longer. Of course, he could fly back later if I wanted to stay on longer with Mandy or even leave it until he returned permanently if I was settling in for an extended stay.

We quickly settled on a convenient date a few days hence. The tone of his voice told me that the idea of an unnecessary flight didn’t appeal to him, and I expect the tone of mine indicated that I was about ready to return to my cosy little abode.

Don’t get me wrong. I’d had a ball at Mandy’s place. Heck, when I think back to those early internet days of my newly discovered infatuation with the ‘fictional’ non-consensual human equine scene, I’d quite literally been handed the keys to paradise on a plate and a golden one at that! An entire stable full of captive two-legged equines in various stages of training and more equipment available than I could ever have imagined using upon the creatures. Never in my wildest fantasies could I have imagined such a situation!

Not to mention a resident team of experienced handlers who could answer every question I could possibly think of regarding the keeping of such livestock from their personal experience. Sarah and the girls were also great fun, and I’d probably miss their company even more than that of their glamourous employer.

Of course, I wouldn’t be missing everybody, and it wasn’t as if Mandy’s estate was at the other end of the country or worse, across an ocean or something! I’d have Sally taking up full-time residence plus young Suzy joining us for the first few weeks. Bob had pointed out that we might have our hands full with three ponies plus Fluffy, especially as two of the ponies were neither broken nor tamed. Given their build and the disposition they’d shown so far, two potentially very dangerous wild animals! I’d had to concede her that point, plus Beauty could hardly be described as broken and tamed either! C                                                                              

Bob and Mandy, backed up by Sarah, had been pretty insistent that a third pair of hands would not go amiss while we got the animals settled into their new life and routine. Plus, as Bob pointed out, Suzy was the first port of call, the on-site go-to person if they had a technical IT glitch in their security and surveillance systems. Likewise, he’d added with a laugh, programming the home entertainment system to record something he wanted to watch later!

Bound to have a few teething problems, I expect Bob had said and added that given Tony would be out of the country, having someone IT savvy on-site might be better provided it was nothing major. He’ll give you a contact in case of serious problems, but there’s no harm in keeping things in the family if we can.

In any case, there was another and far more important and personal reason for my deciding it was time to call a halt to my delightful and informative stay at Mandy’s estate. One that would also ease certain difficulties I’d been anticipating regarding bedroom arrangements if young Suzy was also to be accommodated for a month or more. Young and supple she might be, but I doubted that she’d fancy a month camping on the downstairs couch! Nor would young Raven appreciate being deprived of his favourite overnight resting place despite it technically being forbidden!

I tended to refer to my property as an old farm, whereas a more apt description might have been smallholding. One of those places where the original owners had worked extremely hard scratching a living on what income a few pigs, a couple of cows, two dozen hens, and the orchard plus a few fields had provided. My ‘farmhouse’ was more akin to an oversized cottage and, although still larger than the vastly expensive little boxes they built on many housing estates these days, only possessed two bedrooms. The third had been turned into a spacious bathroom long before my parents bought the property.

The change in personal circumstances previously mentioned had happened three days earlier. I’d spent part of the day assisting Sarah and then the afternoon giving Beauty a good run out. Consequently, I was feeling more than a little horny that evening. I’d been feeling that way for most of the day and decided to skip dinner with my hosts and have an early night. At least that had been the plan, but for the first time in ages, I’d almost had to resort to my fingers to satisfy myself. When I visited the kennel building to collect Fluffy, I found Colin with a toolbox and oil can repairing one of the pens and no Fluffy. 

His face lit up when I entered; we’d bumped into each other a few times after my first introduction, so by now, I was an accepted member of the estate team. Colin was in a conversational mood for once, so I dallied talking to him and absently stroking Rufus on the head, whose leash was hooked over a nearby nail.

“Me Bitch is laid up fer a bit like,” he told me. “Miss Suzy, she kindly sez I can have a lend of this un of hers if I feels a need comin on fer a bit of fun!”

My hand distinctly felt the shiver that ran through Rufus at Colin’s words, and I can’t say I was surprised. One sunny afternoon, I’d been giving Beauty an outing through a wooded part of the estate when I met Colin having his ‘bit of fun’ with that wretched creature he called ‘bitch’. 

I’d been trotting around a tight bend and spied a small handcart blocking the pathway. A discarded long-handled axe propped against one handle, and the cart partly filled with logs. They were only incidental, though to my immediately hauling on Beauties reins and bringing her to an abrupt halt. Colin, I saw, had evidently grown bored with chopping down scrub trees and then reducing them to useable logs for the wood burners.

I noted Beauty’s head was also turned towards the spectacle in front of us, causing me a momentary flicker of annoyance, but then, I thought. The sooner my lovely ponygirl realised that nothing was taboo in this new world, the sooner she might learn how futile those silly temper tantrums and rebellious outbursts were! She was a helpless animal, my animal and could be used in any damn way I wanted and at any time!

Anyway, I didn’t know about Beauty, but I was fascinated, nor was our sudden arrival inhibiting Colin in the slightest. He even briefly turned, grinned and waved one hand in a casual greeting to me before turning back and gripping his writhing ‘bitch’ even tighter. The emancipated naked wretch was bent over the back of the cart while his bulky master pounded away at his skinny arse. 

It was the first time I’d ever seen one man sodomising another, and if that was male to male lovemaking, then there was nothing remotely gentle nor loving about it. Beastial was the first thought that came to mind! I flicked the reins, and Beauty obediently shuffled a few steps forward, allowing us both a better view. Jeez, I remember my days in the conventional missionary position during my short-lived relationship, but I’d never been used like that, nor I suspected for anything like as long! My ex-beau was a pump, pump and squirt merchant leaving me a lap behind with little chance of seeing the winning post, let alone reaching it!

Watching Colin and thinking back to my beau was like comparing a hundred-meter runner to a, well, perhaps not a marathon runner but certainly a distance runner in terms of stamina. Colin was like a machine on full throttle, his big red piston pulling back several inches and then thrusting violently forward again, making the entire cart shake. The poor man beneath him squealed pitifully with each deep assault upon his rectum. There was something infinitely primitive about what I was watching, not to mention instantly arousing!  

I cast a speculative eye in Beauty's direction. Watching that wretched creature being violently raped was certainly entertaining from a voyeuristic perspective. Something else to think about perhaps as a future diversion: what a joy it was to own such a beautiful helpless animal! How splendid she looked with that sheen of sweat gleaming upon her pony hide!

I don’t know at what point in the process we’d arrived, but rather to my disappointment, the climax came quite quickly. Hardly surprising, I thought, given the rapidity of those thrusts and the energy Colin was expending. David and Goliath locked in…well, not combat, for one had been conquered many times, and Goliath was definitely top dog this time!

Colin must have grown bored of chopping trees and decided to amuse himself in another way, exercising his mastery over his poor slave. I wondered what misdemeanours the man had originally committed to earn his prison sentence. Probably nothing bad enough to have earned him the fate that followed his release from official confinement!

I was amused to see Beauty give a massive shudder not quite in tandem with Colin but a moment after as the big guy finally came and squirted his load into that still franticly wriggling arse. I thought satisfaction for him and probably disgust and perhaps fear in Beauties body movement that fed back to me through her reins. I wondered if her mind had been running along similar lines to mine. 

Colin obligingly pushed the cart off the path allowing me to resume my journey, raising my whip and nodding a greeting as I passed, receiving a vague grunt by way of reply. Having forced his bitch into a kneeling position, Colin was already otherwise engaged and making the wretch lick the thick fleshy monster that had just impaled him clean. 

Yes, thinking back to that incident, I could precisely understand why the dog reacted to Colin's words, especially as it probably had previous experience serving the big guy. Rufus was another new; perhaps friend would not be the appropriate word given his lowly four-legged canine status! I’d often seen him about the stable on the end of a leash. Young Suzy was evidently a firm believer in regular ‘take your pet to work’ days.  The hound had once been a married mid-thirties, something obnoxious salesman with a penchant for trying to pick up much younger girls on his road trips.

Trying his booze driven charm on Suzy had been a significant error, likewise showing a touch of homophobic bias towards Sarah and her girlfriend. Once abducted,  secured and kenneled, Sarah, Mandy and chiefly Suzy had soon brought him to heel. He scurried along behind his young owner with his nose virtually glued to her boots. His backside, back and thighs bore mute testament to the savage treatment that had reduced him to such an abject obedient cur.

Add the numerous scars on his shoulders, arms, lower legs, and just about anywhere else whip or cane could reach, plus the ever-present threat of having his dick and balls lopped off kept him docile and eager to please. It was no secret that Suzy intended to have him neutered if he ever ‘pissed her off big time’, and he knew the young girl meant it!

“This un keeps getting stuck”, Colin gestured to the metal door he was working on, refocusing my attention, “and all t’others are squeaking like crazy an me dad’s busy elsewhere doin sumit or other o’er at the stable”.

“So you got the short straw!”

Colin peered at me, a little puzzled. “Eh, what straw? We uses sawdust on the floor in here for em, not straw.”

“Never mind,” I told him, taking the easy route. “My mistake. So you fill in as a handyman and fix things when your dad is busy elsewhere?”

Colin grunted in affirmation then added. “Some stuff like”, he admitted, ceptin, Her” he jerked his head in the direction of the big house, “don’t like me going over yonder” this time, his head nodded towards the stable. “Bit of trouble one time”, he admitted with an evil chuckle, then his face turned sour. “Gonna kill that bitch I am one day!”

“Mandy!” I said with surprise.

I had to wait for the answer because Colin found my question vastly amusing and chortled with laughter as though I’d just made the funniest joke he’d ever heard. His eyes even watered before he recovered himself.

“Nah, not her, course not. No, that bitch Sarah.” He dropped the spanner he’d been holding and cupped his hands together. “Gonna squeeze that bitch’s neck till she’s a goner I am after I fucks her silly!” he added as an afterthought bending down to retrieve his spanner.

“Why, what has she done?” I was surprised by the vehemence in his tone and the angry look in his eyes.

“Not telling ya” he suddenly went all surly and kicked out at Rufus. “Ger over there like I done teld you stupid mutt, less’n you want me to fuck you now as well as when we’s done here!”

The human dog gave a loud squeal as his big boot made contact, and that was the end of our little chat bar getting him to sullenly admit that Fluffy had been collected a little earlier by Suzy and Sandra. My question about Sarah had evidently touched a raw nerve, and that suspicious look was back in his eyes whenever they flickered in my direction. 

My ears caught a distinct grunt of relief when I departed, along with another pained squeal from poor Rufus. There was no sign of that other miserable half-starved creature who usually accompanied Colin in his tasks. Had he broken another one, I wondered as Sally had put it. Then thinking of Sally, I frowned and headed purposely back towards the stable. 

Although I didn’t know it, my little problem of bedroom shortages was soon to be solved. My mind was predominantly fixed on finding my missing puppy and still thinking of Colin, which would lead automatically to my second and more recent experience of Male on male activity.

I’d already mentioned my woodland encounter with Colin to Sally, who’d just laughed, saying it was hardly an unusual sight on the estate what with Bob and his boys. Then the day after they came back from their trip, I had the opportunity to watch Bob at work with his newest ponyboy for myself!

*****

Bob had been entirely agreeable to my request when I rather hesitatingly asked towards the end of breakfast. I don’t know why I felt awkward asking him nor why I should have expected a refusal. It wasn’t exactly an inhibited household I was temporarily residing in, was it?

Bob was delighted, “Of course, I don’t mind, my dear, why on earth should I?” he said after hastily swallowing a mouthful of toast and waving the remaining half-eaten slice at me, seeming genuinely surprised. He took another bite, chewed it while eyeing me thoughtfully, then grinned. “A good night’s sleep works wonders, you know. I was damn tempted yesterday, but I doubt I could have done full justice to the delightful animal. Today I feel a new man and twice as invigorated” he winked and then chuckled. “Now, There's a pun for you!” 

I must have shown my bewilderment, for he chuckled again.

“Today, I feel like a new man”, he repeated slowly and then added with a mischievous wink “, or make that a new boy, a ponyboy!”

A pony cart was outside for us as we left the house with two ponyboys harnessed and obediently waiting upon their driver. Bob even took me gently by the elbow and, with old fashioned courtesy, escorted me across to our conveyance. He assisted me up and onto the passenger seat then hoisted himself beside me. 

“Tulip and Pansy”, he said, picking up the buggy whip and indicating each pony. “Tulip, I’ve had what, two, two and a half years now and Pansy maybe half that. The oldest boy in the stable now that one and maybe time to move it on to fresh pastures. Never was my favourite fuck beast anyway!”

“Why?” I asked and then added, “What about the two stallions, Hercules and Samson? Surely that pair are both older than your ponyboys?”

Bob nodded. “True, but as you just pointed out, they are not boys! Nor is Pansy there anymore, hardly was when I got the beast, a touch too far on the ripe side for my taste, nor was it virgin fresh like all the others. I wasn’t the first to open the backdoor on that property!”

“Oh!” I exclaimed.

Bob grunted. “Yup, sold a three-legged mule when I bought him, although to be fair, he’d been acquired along with a fine young filly” He paused and chuckled. Mandy missed out on that one, and madam was decidedly not pleased! Someone made an assumption as to his sexuality based on his eye-catching buxom young companion, I expect”.

“ASS-U-ME”, I said, slowly recalling my very first management and personnel course. 

Bob nodded and looked towards the open stable doors with a frown, then at his watch. “Precisely, never assume anything! A touch early, ah, I see some movement! Anyway, Pansy seemed an appropriate name for the beast.”

I grinned at the way he still seemed a little put out. “So you bought yourself a gay pony?” The malicious streak in me couldn’t resist rubbing it in a little.

Bob shrugged. “Gay or bi, who knows and of course, I never asked. A little disappointing when you leap into the saddle for the first time and find your mounts already been broken in, and the ride certainly never improved with time either” he grumbled and then used his whip to point at Tulip. “Now that one has matured like a good wine, dammed if it’s not a more entertaining ride now than it was the first time I popped its cherry. Plenty of spirit in that beast hates and fights me almost as much now as it did way back that first time I rode the pretty animal, eh boy, listening, are we?”  

Bob finished with a laugh and expertly flicked the pony with the tip of his whip. Not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to leave a mark and make the animal jump and squeal into its bit. It made as though to try and turn its head, but a combination of its collar, bridle and Bob’s quick pull on the reins prevented such movement.

“Sorry guys”, Sarah apologised as she emerged with Maddie half dragging Bob’s newest pretty ponyboy between them. “Your good lady wife needed our help with mama mare for a few minutes. It would appear that certain aspects of her new outfit are not to said Russian mare’s fashion taste!”

“Which aspects?” I asked.

“All of them!” Maddie laughed.

“No problem, dear ladies, I have an entire day ahead of me”, Bob replied with a chuckle. “I doubt my fair lady was doing anything remotely ‘good’ to her beast; these new creatures can be rather tiresome at first. I see you’ve been your usual efficient selves and dressed young Buttercup in attire befitting his new status! Training hoofs, I see? Kindly affix the animal behind if you would”

“Training hoofs?” I queried as the girls did as he asked.

“Potential new line Sarah,” told me, “Someone suggested it, so they are giving it a try over in Germany, we’ve got some of the first samples. Sort of a halfway house between a normal boot and a pony hoof one, more support for the heel taking some weight. The idea is to make the transition faster and more elegant as they learn to adapt to their new footwear. 

Bob watched the girls securing Buttercup. “Mandy thinks there may be some mileage in the idea, especially for the non-serious bedroom brigade. Personally, I see no benefit, nor will they be any cheaper to manufacture! Ready behind ladies?”

“All set, enjoy your ride!” Sarah replied with a perfectly straight face giving me a broad knowing wink while Maddie beside her giggled and gave buttercups rump a playful pat making him jump.

Bob leaned close and whispered in my ear as I turned to watch them depart. “I’m the odd one out; everyone else seems to get a kick out of stripping the new arrivals and tacking them up. Speaking personally, I find that aspect of ownership rather tedious, better them than me! All set behind, yes, then let us away. Hup, hup ponies” He flicked out twice with his whip.

It wasn’t exactly a walk nor a trot but somewhere in between, presumably to allow the struggling ponyboy tied on behind to stay on his new hooves as he staggered along behind. I kept casting an anxious glance back at the wild-eyed struggling animal, but Bob seemed serenely unconcerned, at one point turning to me.

“No need to give yourself neck ache, my dear. If the beast trips over on account of its new footwear, I’ll feel the drag and stop straight away, well, more or less straight away. A little gravel rash won’t hurt it overmuch” he paused to chuckle, “Unless it skids along on its arse end. I left instructions for Suzy and Maddie to soften it up a little while harnessing it up last night and again this morning. I find a sore bum invariably adds a little extra to my pleasure regardless of how long the receiving pony has been stabled! From how it jumped just now at Maddie's touch, I imagine that pair performed my little request with their usual enthusiasm”.

“Where does she find such girls and so young?” I asked, remembering a question I’d meant to ask many times before and somehow always forgotten.

“Good question” Bob chuckled and looked behind for the first time. I noticed that he gave his new ponyboy a beaming smile that wasn’t the least bit friendly. “Sarah has been with us for ages. She looks younger than she actually is, or so I gather. I’m certainly not about to ask her! We poached her from another stable when we started seriously expanding, no idea where she got all her experience because she’s could only have been what, a couple of years older than young Suzy is now!  The others, well, roughly speaking, we’re probably onto our third lot.”

“Third!” I exclaimed in genuine surprise, then asked, “what happened to the others?”

Bob glanced at me and chuckled again, no doubt in response to that very evident note of suspicion in my reaction and question!

“Nothing untoward, I assure you, so don’t fret yourself on that account.  No different to those in more…more conventional employment. They move on to other things as most girls their age do, other jobs, careers, boyfriends, girlfriends, marriage, babies, exotic extended travel, the usual!” he laughed at the expression on my face. “What did you think I meant, that we sell them on to a Mexican brothel or something?” “No need to look so surprised, my dear, all perfectly normal after all”, he laughed.

Normal! I gaped at him, then twisted around to look at Buttercup desperately trying to stay on his feet in his new boots and learn to balance himself minus using his arms. Normal! Sheesh, and in front were two whip marked sets of buttocks bouncing up and down as they responded to the lash in their owner’s hand. Normal! 

I found my voice, “What about the….”

“Security aspects”, Bob prompted me and absently gave Pansy another painful flick. “Elementary, my dear Watson. The girls we employ are not idiots, are they nor are they likely to go blabbing about something that would also get them into a great deal of trouble, always assuming the powers that be would believe such improbable tales!”

I shook my head.

Bob shrugged. “Pony ownership and similar is a global activity and business. As I said, no one involved is stupid, and if anyone should be foolish, well, there are consequences, serious consequences. It’s both true and not true that old saying, you know, at least in one sense?” he added, glancing behind and then shaking the reins to pick the pace up a fraction.

“What’s not true?”

Bob laughed. “That money talks! Actually, my dear, it can be the very opposite. Money can keep a lot of mouths closed, both influential and lesser ones and has done on numerous occasions. Permanently I understand in some cases! Anyway, it’s usually a case of au revoir rather than goodbye. Some girls go on to other stables or similar. Jackie and her partner run a sort of, well, let’s say it the equivalent of boarding kennels or cattery, among other things.”

“What?”

“Missed.”Bob had idly flicked his whip at a harmless passing butterfly, then turned to grin at me. “Not all owners of exotic pets are mega-rich, you know, not all billionaires or members of the ruling family in certain countries and so forth. I mean, my dear, if you don’t mind me saying so, your own fiscal circumstances are somewhat modest, yes?”

I nodded, couldn’t argue with that. 

“Jackie and Josie run a little operation down in the South that keeps them entertained and pays the bills. Jackie was always one for the kennels as well as the stable. They have a couple of pets themselves and look after those belonging to others whose lifestyles are far more modest than all this” he gestured around with his whip. “Not everyone can afford staff, nor in many cases is it needed. Hell, total overkill for Mr and Mrs X keeping their pet in the basement! I’d advise closing  your mouth a little, my  dear, too many damn flies’s about this morning for that expression!”

I did as he suggested, my mind once more somewhat boggled by what he was saying and the implications. Jeez, did every suburban street in the entire country house some sinister secret? No, not possible. Where would they get them from? I was so engrossed that I missed a hundred yards of his conversation before a sudden jolt caused it to register gain. 

“Sorry, my fault! One for Colin or his father to remedy. Young Suzy, I know, has had an offer from a very distinguished gentleman, a knight of the realm no less with a vast estate in a remote part of Scotland. In fact, one of my main rivals whenever a cute young ponyboy is available for a price!”

“No harm done”, I replied, having abruptly bounced out of my seat as Bob managed to hit one of the few large potholes in the track. “Will Suzy go?”

Bob shook his head. “I very much doubt it. Mandy was thinking of offering the girl a pay rise, but it’s unnecessary, in my opinion. She gets on exceptionally well with Mandy and the other girls, and his nibs up North primarily employs male grooms. Plus, Suzy likes regular access to a bit of civilisation which she won’t get living up there among the sheep and the deer miles from anywhere bar bleak barren hills! 

“Do they have sheep that far north?” I wondered aloud.

“Even worse then!” Bob grunted. “It’s the attraction of working with a whole stable full of pretty colts and stallions that appeals but apart from that….well, she’s way too bright to bury herself up there. I thought of giving her more responsibility with my ponies, but that would only put the other girls' noses out of joint. Sarah frequently doles out grooming and occasionally disciplining my livestock as a reward – my young colts are very popular with the sadistic little devils!”

I could guess the reason; it wasn’t all that difficult. There was a noticeable sapphic aura to the stable building and mix that with the natural sadism all the girls seemed to possess, and it would be bad news for the male occupants should Bob ever release the brake, beyond the odd hand slap while grooming!

My curiosity, though, was well wetted, and Bob, despite his veiled eagerness to sample his new ponyboy for the first time, was proving decidedly loquacious. I’d asked questions before, more than once and found him to be somewhat patronising in a rather ‘Olde Worlde’ courteous but irritating kind of way! 

I knew Sarah was a lesbian through and through, and from my conversations with them, Suzy and Maddie were also both gay. Sandra was bi, had a casual on/off affair with a boyfriend. Very on and off, Suzy had told me since he was Swedish and lived in Stockholm! A real hunk she’d giggled! Judith was similar, adjusting both her demeanour and sexuality depending on whether she was working at the stable or back doing her veterinary training!

“If you’d have come a few weeks ago, you’d have met Carolyn,” Bob said, breaking into my thought pattern. “She’s one of those that come back a couple of times a year. Likes to keep her hand in, so she says!” he chuckled and added with a wink. “In more ways than one. She and Sarah were very good friends. Casual but close!” he winked. 

“She used to work here?”

“Uh-huh, left oh getting on for what, eight or nine years now. Married a guy in the navy, so when he’s on a long deployment with his ship, she usually comes over for a week or longer, her and the kids”.

“Kids, children, here!” I was surprised at that. I suppose I shouldn’t have been when I remembered looking at Mandy’s family photos. Hell, hadn’t I even taken her daughter’s old pony, Jessica, my first experience of pony carting for a spin!

“No reason why not. Sarah is a sort of surrogate aunt to them, Carolyn being an only child and Mandy and I are Godparents” he chuckled as he said that and then tossed over his shoulder, “Not long now, boy!”

That word I’d used so often was bouncing about in my brain again. ‘Surreal!’ I pointed towards the ponies. “Do they…?”

“Nope, not the stable or anything like that.” Bob cut me off. “Only four and five and quite happy to have the run of the big house, somewhere different, that and the garden is enough to keep them entertained. Mandy keeps the house girls out of sight, of course. The massive TV and the Disney channel is another effective babysitter. Carolyn isn’t the only old girl as it were to bring the family, part of it anyway, so we’re used to it.”

I shook my head, amazed at his casualness and was about to ask more questions about how they recruited when Bob shouted, “Whoa, whoa ponies,” and we slowed to a halt. 

“Now then”, Bob beamed at me, “You can stay sitting up here or take a seat over there” he pointed to a standard well-weathered picnic table with benches on either side. “This seat is more comfortable but permanently affixed. My fault should have brought a cushion with us”.

“I’ll manage” I smiled at him glancing around. I remember Mandy sitting in my kitchen; hadn’t she mentioned something about his ‘stopping places’ around the estate? In addition, to the picnic bench with its hard slatted wooden benches, there was a long galvanised metal water trough mounted on moss-covered brick supports about waist height. Next to that stood a couple of different sized hurdles made of smooth wooden poles. I could guess their function from the thick leather straps with tarnished brass buckles. I’d trotted past them more than once but never bothered stopping.

“I’ll be fine where I am,” I assured him, eyeing the hard benches with their damp mottled greenish covering. I’d made the mistake of wearing a pair of light tan slacks, and that green stuff would do them no good whatsoever, nor was there anything readily to hand to use as a seat cover.

Bob nodded and grabbed Pansy’s bridle walking the ponies over to the water butt. I could see from my perch that it was half full of yucky dark green scum covered water. I tell a lie; I had once slowed to a halt by a similar place after whipping Beauty into a very fast if ungainly gallop that was decidedly uncomfortable to sit behind. I’d also forgotten to bring some water with me, so I pulled up my sweaty panting ponygirl by one of the troughs. One glance had been enough to convince me that walking her slowly back to the stable was the better option. Lesson learned, I never forgot her water again.   

Bob, it seemed, was far less squeamish first loosening their bits. “Drink”, he commanded and both ponies in unison bent and dipped their heads into that foul muck without the slightest sign of hesitation. Jeez, I thought to myself, talk about being well trained but then the scars that covered their bodies also bore mute testimony to that training! They’d both been in the stable long enough to have learned that refusal was never an option, not a sensible one anyway!

Curiosity compelled me to get down from the seat for a closer look. Both ponies had their heads in the foul muck drinking deeply. One would lift its head to breathe every so often before dipping forward again. I thought Tulip was going to keep his head literally above water for one moment, so did Bob. He grabbed the animal’s bridle and forced its head back down, snarling, “Drink, drink while you can, boy!”

“A full belly won’t hurt them, and they can always piss it all back out when they feel the need,” he said, jerking both pony’s heads out of the trough and snaped. “Stand!” 

They obediently did as he ordered water dripping from their chins, their lower faces and tack smeared with that yucky green scum as he quickly tightened their bits again. I watched for a second and then resumed my seat on the cart. I wondered how my Beauty would have reacted if I’d tried to make her drink like that? A question occurred to me as I watched Bob fasten a set of hobbles to each pony. 

“Does it make them sick? I asked. “Drinking out of that, I mean”, nodding towards the trough.

“Sometimes”, he grunted, untying Buttercup from behind me and dragging the reluctant pony to one of the hurdles. “Nothing serious, just a touch of the runs, which is no big deal. Hell, half the stable is permanently loose anyway! It makes life easier for an old sodomite like me,” he laughed, slapping Buttercup’s bruised rump. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gone in the back door only to find something blocking the passage!”

He laughed again at the expression on my face as he busied himself preparing Buttercup for the forthcoming assault. An assault that it appeared Buttercup knew all about even if the animal had yet to experience the practical aspects. 

“No problem today though, no steady boy, steady!” he said, patting Buttercup on the rump again as he opened the fly of his pants, allowing his sizeable cock to spring out. “The girls gave this one an enema first thing and no breakfast. Standard procedure when I have an outing pre-arranged!”

“Impressive”, I murmured, and I wasn’t talking about his outing arrangements either! I made a mental note to ask Suzy about enemas; I was always ready to expand my knowledge.  It might be interesting, not to mention beneficial plus entertaining, to occasionally apply that ‘expansion’ to my Beauty!

Bob’s technique appeared to be a little more refined than Colin's, seemingly less urgent, more rhythmic, and certainly quieter. At least as far as he was concerned, Colin had grunted and snorted his way to his ultimate shuddering orgasm, slamming back and forth against that skinny rump with enormous body shaking force. Bob’s technique was far subtler, although no less primitive. His energy seemed focused more upon or into that tight channel his cock had slowly and remorselessly penetrated despite its owner's ever more frantic pleas and cries. 

However, noise-wise the situation was reversed entirely. Although Colins bitch hadn’t accepted his master's vigorous pounding thrusts in silence, his squeals were nothing like those of the outraged Buttercup losing his virginity!  Bob, I noted, had removed his new boy’s gag after securing him over the hurdle. Of course, it was being noisy, very noisy, but I wasn’t about to complain; after all, there was something about those horrified plaintive protesting squeals so deliciously clit tingling! In my own way, I was savouring Buttercup's first time almost as much as Bob was, and I allowed my fingers to stray unashamedly downwards!

No doubt being the first time, pain was playing its part as Bob's sizeable organ stretched those internal areas hitherto untouched. Difficult to decide from the noise Buttercup was making in a rather appropriate shrill, almost feminine tone, to separate what was pain from anger, shock and humiliated outrage!

Colin had been an energetic remorseless piledriver, whereas Bob maintained a slow, measured rhythm even pausing occasionally.  I suspected he’d be a very loving and considerate bed mate and capable of delivering prolonged orgasmic pleasure to his willing partner. Indeed, I’d gained that same impression from his wife on several occasions, for he certainly possessed the temperament. Now  I could add technique and physical equipment to that equation, although Buttercup was not experiencing much pleasure. None at all, in fact!  

Knowing that I had things to do, Bob kindly drove me back to the house after our second stop though I noted he’d kept the pace down, allowing Buttercup to keep up easier. There was I observed a definite change in the pony’s running gait, a sort of ‘bandy legged’ motion unless my imagination was playing tricks with me! 

“Thanks,” I said, jumping down before he could do his gentlemanly act of helping me dismount. I was younger and nimbler, after all! “That was …interesting!”

Bob roared with laughter and flicked the whip across Tulip’s rump starting them off again. He half-turned and saluted with his whip as they moved briskly away and shouted, “Plenty of juice still left in the old tank, my dear!”

Not good news for Buttercup, I thought, no doubt the pony would be the one accommodating a goodly portion of that juice when his new Master finally ran dry!