Pony Renaissance

Chapter 15

My recent outing with Bob wasn’t uppermost in my mind as I departed the kennels feeling a little bit angry, leaving Colin to abuse poor Rufus in between whatever he was endeavouring to mend. I suspected Colin was one of those ‘fixers’ whose toolbox contained a small hammer, a medium hammer, a bloody great big hammer, and not much else! He’d even been using that spanner to hammer on something when I first entered!

Sally was cute and sexy, and I liked her a lot, and I knew the little woman had virtually adopted my pet every other night since I’d been there. However, that did not give the little madam the right to pass my little bitch puppy on to third parties if what Colin had just grunted was true. That lad might not be the brightest spark on the planet, but there was enough in him to know or sense that such information might not be well received. He’d grinned when he told me. Tit for tat in his mind, probably as I’d unknowingly upset him somehow over Sarah.

I’ll admit I was cross as I entered the stable, which at that time was empty. Devoid of people anyway as I looked about for signs of activity, genuine dynamic human activity instead of the lesser two-legged restless pony variety down the rows of stalls or elsewhere. Nothing but the soft rustle of the captive animals. I could see Sarah busy with a tall filly on a lunge line in the paddock beyond the open doors at the other end. She’d said something about needing to spend more time exercising her own pony the other day before it got too fat! What had she done that had so enraged Colin?

The working day was over for the stable girls, animals all mucked out, groomed, fed, watered and secured for yet another ‘thrilling night in’, as Suzy had laughingly put it once. Maddie was away for a few days visiting her family, and presumably, the other two were up in the staff flat amusing themselves with my Fluffy. It didn’t take much imagination to know how either! My cute little puppy girl had the most energetic of tongues, especially if you gave her rump a light dusting with a paddle or crop before settling down to receive some serious cunnilingus. The mere threat of a far more painful beating later should her energy and enthusiasm disappoint always ensured her full cooperation, I’d found. If such existed, then that little bitch probably set the record for the quickest adaption to usefully filling out a bitch puppy suit 24/7!

I guessed that Sally must have been broadcasting the pup’s abilities around the stable. There was no point in waking down and bothering Sarah either; I’d find out from someone else what she’d done to upset Colin. I paused and considered. Did I want to head upstairs and reclaim my pet? Nope? I decided after a moment’s reflection. All the girls had been fantastic and so helpful with Beauty, so who was I to deny them a little erotic entertainment. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud, angry, almost hysterical tirade in a harsh foreign accent that was abruptly cut off. 

I grinned and listened carefully and wasn’t disappointed; three cracks, three muted squeals and a sotto-voiced expletive sounded from a nearby stall. So then, if I wasn’t going to confront the girls, I’d go and have a word or two with the sadistic little miss who’d taken it upon herself to permit them to enjoy my pet for the night, thus depriving me of that delightful little tongue! 

Medusa was looking, well I’d be lying through my teeth, and if I happened to be a wooden puppet, risking a two-foot-long nose were I  to say anything that didn’t include words like hideous, repugnant and grotesque! Just about every other damn pony in the stable, even the younger ponyboys, might have made my clit twitch a trifle had they been wearing that sexy pink harness. Medusa, by comparison, wouldn’t raise anyone’s flag up the pole nor tingle any clitoris, not even if they’d swallowed a whole bottle of Viagra tablets or the female equivalent if such exists! Not as an erotic specimen of captive womanhood anyway!

Sally had the huge ugly beast bent at right angles over a frame, making it easier for her to sponge the enormous pony and its harness tack clean. I noted those two titanic pasty white udders, and her big flabby rump was already well lacerated with bleeding welts. I was astonished to see a large brass ring adorning her nose and secured to a leash attached at the other end to the bottom of the frame.

“Long time no see, Madam pony Mistress. Been keeping yourself busy, I see?”

Sally looked up with a start, then giggled as she dunked her sponge in a plastic bucket, a pink one I noted with Medusa scrawled on the side in black felt tip. Indeed, that colour scheme dominated the entire stall in various shades but all of the glaring shocking variety. There was even a punishment paddle, crop and a short, coiled whip hanging from hooks that were a close match for the pony’s garish harness.

“I have been a bit busy”, Sally giggled, tapping Medusa’s bent head. “First impressions do count, and I thought it best if we got our relationship started on the right foot, or rather hoof! She chuckled. “Start as we, or rather I mean to go on and all that stuff!”

I flicked the catch on the stall door and joined the tiny woman. “Yeah, looks like you’ve been making an impression, a lot of impressions!”

Sally giggled again, stroked her ponies head, and absently flicked some of those ‘Medusa’ snake-like hair bunches. I noted that the beast’s head had been partly shaved, looking at that gleaming white scalp, but a good half, perhaps two-thirds, of that weird hairstyle remained to stick out at various angles between the thin bridle and head harness straps. I also noted a lot of blood spots and a couple of small round sticking plasters decorating her creature’s scalp.

“Oh, I’ll be making a lot more; why I’ve barely even started, have I pony?” She bent down and touched her lips to the pony’s forehead, briefly touching it with her tongue in something between a kiss and a lick. “She just adores that!” Sally giggled as she straightened back up. 

I’m no expert on body language, and that pony was secured securely, but Sally’s action still produced a significant body ripple that probably wasn’t pleasure induced, bar her head which remained rigidly static, I noted. Somehow, I don’t think that pony adored any aspect of its new life regardless of what its new owner might claim! 

“What’s wrong with its head? Has someone been a bit careless with a razor?

“Popping!” Sally giggled, holding up two exquisitely tiny index fingers,  “pimple popping! You should have seen some of the blackheads she was hiding under that horrendous tangle plus a crop of mega zits!” She reached up and grabbed a couple of the ‘snakes’ and twisted the big pony’s head sideways. “Still quite a few to do, but I’ll save them for another day.” She released the head and pointed at the pony’s whip marked rump. “This big baby squealed almost as much when my fingernails were squeezing them as when my whip was kissing her fat bum, silly animal!”

“Why that ugly thing” I pointed to her nose. “I thought Mandy didn’t like them. I know it’s traditional in the scene, but I can’t say I go a bundle on them either! 

I knew that many owners and two-legged pony aficionados regarded such rings decorating various parts of the pony’s body as essential extras, but I am not one of them. Yes, I would agree that they did add to the creature’s animal appearance and almost certainly to their phycological attitude as they adjusted to their new lifestyle. Still, they were not for my animals or to my taste. 

I have never gone in for tattoos or piercing, finding the idea a little revolting, and I suppose my bias transferred to my pony ownership. It was one of those ‘whatever floats your boat’ things, and I’d never had the urge to cast off in that direction despite the urging of more ‘fashion-conscious’ friends and work colleagues getting such in the past.

I think I’ve mentioned before that Mandy didn’t like the idea either for her ponies. We both found them a bit unsightly, strange, given that we could both flog a pony black and blue and yet found a few minor bodily additions less pleasing to our eyes! No collars on cats nor piercings on ponies, something we both agreed upon.

“It was Sarah who suggested it to Mandy and thus to me,” Sally said, surprising me. “Given how wild this one is likely to be and the fact that she won’t be stabled here, Sarah thought an added element of control would not go amiss. Judith nipped over for a few hours one afternoon and did it for me. Leastways she did the veterinary bit, drilled right through where it’s super sensitive and then she and Sarah fitted the ring, watch”.

Sally reached out with just her tiny little finger and plucked at that taunt leash like a harp string, and the effect was instant. The pony gave an immediately muted howl of agony, and the whole damn bench must have moved backwards a good inch as the beast bucked or attempted to like a wild bronco at a western rodeo show!

Well, I suppose that’s exactly what she was now. A wild, untamed mustang still foolishly fighting the halter as she was broken and tamed by her new owner. The only difference was that this particular wild mare would find that her owner’s sadistic methodology would continue indefinitely, long after she’d broken the creature’s spirit.

“That hurts!” I observed simply.

Sally giggled again. “Of course, silly, it’s meant to hurt!” she patted her ponies head again. “It’s deliciously agonising as this big ugly animal is discovering. Rebellion comes with a heavy price; eh pony, and all your beautiful little mistress need do is this!” she plucked at the leash again, producing the same instant effect.

I was impressed. “Effective!” I observed making a mental note. “If my new stallion gave me problems once we started working on him, I might shelve my objections and invite Judith over to do some minor nasal surgery!

Sally laughed. “Perfect for situations like this, and when I play dress the big dumb dolly and want her quiet, I can assure you that it will never replace my whip!” 

“I see that you’ve already introduced her to that implement!”

Sally pursed her lips. “No, not yet, not my special lightweight, long one anyway.” She patted the pony again and added, “hardly touched you yet, have I, pretty girl? Just a few love taps!”

“Pretty!” I exclaimed.

“Figure of speech”, Sally chuckled. “She raised her hand and brought the palm down hard on the nearest ample breast. The pony bucked and squealed mutely and then louder as the movement instantly brought that agony to its nasal region once more. Its eyes were watering, I noticed, pain or rage. Probably a mixture of both, whatever! 

Sally’s eyes were the opposite, sparkling with cruel, sadistic delight. The tiny woman was having a ball, so no wonder I’d hardly seen her for several days. That reminded me of something.

“Of course,” Sally continued. “She will look a lot better in a couple of months when I’ve given her fat hide a good all over tanning, got rid of all these acres of yukky white skin” she grabbed and squeezed the breast she’d just slapped. The pony made as though to react but didn’t. It was learning, as all ponies did or more likely, the pressure on that nose ring was a significant factor. I wasn’t an admirer, but I couldn’t quibble with its effectiveness. Nor was my diminutive friend referring to sunshine or the sunbed parlour with her tanning reference.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, recalling the reason for my visit,  “How come you gave the girls permission to borrow my Fluffy for the night?” I jerked a thumb in the direction of the staff apartment.

Sally looked surprised rather than abashed. “I didn’t, at least not like that when they asked. I said I didn’t think you’d mind but to ask you. I….” she broke off and did look a little embarrassed. “Or did I? I was a bit preoccupied; I suppose I should have said something earlier when they brought her over. Suzy did say she couldn’t find you to ask, but I was sort of busy” she gestured to her animal. ”The stupid creature tried to kick me and almost got me! Hell, I couldn’t ignore that, could I?” 

I grinned at the genuine note of outrage in her voice. I thought how quickly we saw the unfortunate creatures in their new guise and how callous we were, how cruel and insensitive.

“Anyway, weren’t you supposed to be out till late with Bob and Mandy?” Sally queried.

My irritable mood was rapidly dying away. I hadn’t been angry, just a little irritated, plus I’d hardly used Fluffy recently, at least not to the extent I’d previously done at home. A combination of long entertaining days in the stable or lots of fresh air driving various buggies about the estate coupled with Bob’s insistence on my sampling the better offerings from his wine cellar at dinner. Something I wasn’t accustomed to, so both of those combined meant I’d been going to bed relatively early, alone, and sleeping very well! 

I had initially intended to accompany my hosts to the nearest town for the evening. Bob and Mandy wanted to visit the cinema, and then we’d go to a restaurant they favoured. I’d called off at the last minute, second thoughts, I didn’t fancy that movie and partly because I felt a bit headachy, plus the day’s activities had left me feeling extra randy and for once not overtired!

Of course, I hadn’t abstained entirely from the delights of a little pink puppy tongue. Still, ever since that initial visit to the kennels, Sally had virtually monopolised my sexy little bitch. Fluffy had probably spent more time in Sally’s bedroom than her allotted kennel pen. I couldn’t complain too much about that since I’d been surreptitiously encouraging the little woman in that direction.

 I was also very much aware of why I had done so, which was for my own personal reasons. New and unfamiliar ground prompted by new and unaccustomed feelings, so I was treading very carefully and proceeding even more cautiously as though testing thin ice! It looked solid in places but was it all over? That was the million-dollar question?

It was good to see the tiny woman so happy with her splendid new pony. Bob and Mandy had planned on giving her a surprise birthday present, the pony called Isabella I’d seen Sarah handling outside on my previous visit. A girl who’d been one of Sally’s main tormentors at school, but something had gone seriously wrong that they wouldn’t talk about it. ‘Don’t even mention it’, Sarah had cautioned me, ‘especially not to Sally’.

I left the little woman to her amusements after assuring her several times that she needn’t pop up to the staff flat and reclaim Fluffy. The girls had been fantastic so far as I was concerned, so I certainly wasn’t about to ruin their evening or intrude on their off duty time. Besides, it all added to my little puppy girl’s continuing education. 

Sally had suggested a couple of other doggies, confirming my suspicion that the kennel occupants, some of them anyway, had more than one purpose to fulfil in their miserable lives beyond living a purely enforced canine existence! I’d thought about it, but somehow the idea didn’t appeal; plus, only one of them was a bitch, and the thought of a male doggie tongue just didn’t do it for me. 

Deciding that I wasn’t quite as tired now and as there was no one else around, I spent a pleasant little interlude amusing myself by running my hands over some of the other ponies. Probably not the most sensible of ideas considering I was already in a rather randy mood. I knew that I’d be caught and recorded on the various security cameras, but I wasn’t worried about that. Besides, I wasn’t going to do anything other than look and touch; where was the harm in that? Anyway, no one had ever explicitly said I couldn’t had they!

Walking back to the house thirty minutes later, I rather regretted the impulse. No Fluffy, and now I was as horny as hell. That thrill hadn't changed one iota despite having had my Beauty captive and harnessed for some months now! That erotic sensation of touching and stroking soft, helpless reluctant pony flesh was as fresh as that first time I’d felt Beauty squirm under my probing, curious fingers!

It was probably as well. I wasn’t a guy because I’m sure walking in tight pants with a massive erection is probably neither easy nor comfortable. I hadn’t visited every animal in the stable, merely confining my attention, unwanted attention to my host’s splendid dressage pairs. It was a little bit cheeky on my part, perhaps even ungrateful, given Mandy’s preoccupation with keeping them entirely to herself bar essential grooming and mucking out.

I got the impression that her two tall, beautiful silver-blonde identical Nordic twins were almost pleased to see me, or if not me, the unexpected break in their routine. Something different in what must be mind-numbing tedium before they settled themselves for another long and probably restless night. I hadn’t seen Mandy being very active about the stable at all, and I suspected her ‘prize’ livestock was getting neither the exercise nor the training they presumably needed. Then again, perhaps she was settling herself back into a routine after her trip?

Sarah had told me more than once that ‘familiar routines’ were an essential aspect of pony training. Adopt the KISS principle even though you’re dealing with highly intelligent animals. Keep It Simple Stupid! Don’t allow them to anticipate, to ever think for themselves, give simple commands and apply correction as necessary, rinse and repeat! 

Ultimately they got the message, and if ninety-nine per cent of the time they were bored out of their tiny minds, so what! That high level of intelligence was of no use to them, so the more they shrank into that tiny mindset, the better! In their case, familiarity bred obedience and not contempt!

I doubted that last part. I was pretty sure that contempt ranked as high as any other emotion within the captive equines: hate, rage, frustration and a whole heap more. Obedience came from perpetual fear and the whip! Curiosity had prompted me to assist with grooming some of the stable’s longer-term inmates. True, they did have obedient docility born out of sheer hopelessness and many whip applications. Still, when you looked into their eyes, deep into their eyes, you quickly realised there was no such thing as the absolutely broken ‘human equine’. They’d have to be totally brain dead to achieve that state, wouldn’t they?

In one sense, they were dead, deader perhaps than those zombies so beloved of the movie industry these days. Still, in another sense, they were not, and it was easy to understand why there were so many safeguards, so many unwritten but essential rules that governed day to day life in the stable. It wasn’t just about security but also about safety and the well-being of those who worked there! 

You were ill-advised to ignore or forget safety rules, as Suzy had found to her cost not long since! Was it worth it, though, from the pony’s perspective? A split second’s rebellion, probably instinctive, had cost the pony far more pain wise and for infinitely longer, and I wondered which of them had gained the greater satisfaction from the incident and inevitable follow up? Not the pony I suspected!

I’d enjoyed my ‘hands on’ encounters with Mandy’s gorgeous pony pairs. The tall, beautiful Nordic twins were so delightfully docile in a reluctant but so deliciously adverse manner. I’d spotted the rubber slappers Mandy used on them rather than any implement that might sully or permanently mark that gorgeous young pony flesh and unhooked the nearest one.

Oh, the temptation, but to have used it would not have been fair given everything Mandy and Bob had done for me.  Not that I would have needed to, for the moment I reached for the device, their attitude changed from reluctantly docile to cringingly compliant! I hefted that rubber slapper a couple of times in my hand. It was heavier than I’d have thought, but then it did have a longish wooden handle, and the rubber slapper, although flexible, was quite thick.

Food for thought, judging by the look in their young eyes. What had Mandy told me? Nineteen going on twenty, yet this impressive pair of healthy young Amazons were terrified of the simple implement and yet not a mark or a visible scar on them. Perhaps I should get myself a few for much as I loved the cane and whip; a pony’s soft hide could only take so much abuse. A couple of these could augment my leather and wooden paddles collection, useful for those more prolonged but less damaging sessions. Less harmful to soft pony hide but no less painful!

Such a beautiful pair of girls were now reduced to helpless animals, reluctantly accepting my eager hands exploring every inch of their near-perfect matching youthful bodies. I noted once again the way the tattooist’s needle had permanently enhanced their faces with that subtle makeup. Now that was a form of tattooing I could live with to improve my Beauty!  

I put the slapper back in its place and pulled the twins nearer to each other so that my hands could enjoy roaming over quivering pony flesh in stereo. Those incredible wasp waists, how the hell had Mandy got them to that state even with the punishing waist corsets?  These two were no anorexic lightweights but a couple of tall, slender sturdy young women or had been! Another note to self to ask Suzy; she’d know.

I noticed that their skins had lost that silvery glow they’d had on my previous visit, but I remembered what Mandy told me about how the solution had stung. I suspected they’d only received that painful treatment on that occasion because of my visit and that with no shows or events coming up. At least they were being spared that torment for a while.

 Another note to self, see Mandy about an invite to one of those events or shows. I was positive madam wouldn’t skip an opportunity to display her show ring skills in front of an audience to a guest like myself. A month ago, I would have been very apprehensive at such a prospect and of meeting similar new people, but my confidence had soared of late!

I noticed the spray bottles containing the solution Mandy used on them and recalled how the twins had instantly shied away that time she’d picked one up to show me. I was tempted as with the slapper, but from what she’d told me about the initial effects of the stuff when applied that really would be pushing my luck, I decided so far as retaining the goodwill of my hosts!

I contented myself with a final squeeze from each hand upon a delightfully pert and firm young udder and then left them to do whatever young captive female ponies do of an evening in their stalls. ‘Another thrilling night in’ to quote young Suzy. What a contrast, I thought as I closed the catch on the stall door. The difference between our respective lives is as vast as the Atlantic Ocean, shore to shore, regarding our relative freedoms. That same gulf between man and animal, but how much worse in their case as ex-humans!

I moved along to the next stall, conscious that my decision not to reclaim Fluffy for the night might not have been such a good idea after all, not the way I was feeling right now. Likewise, visiting Mandy’s newest pair, Mamma Thumper and baby Bambi. According to Sarah, they were two of the stable's most recalcitrant and unruly ponies.

Sarah was a thoroughgoing no-nonsense professional and disapproved of these two additions to the stable. No, that wasn’t entirely correct. It wasn’t so much the new ponies as her employer’s laxity in spending sufficient time with the beasts to provide the necessary initial training and not deputising the task to someone else. ‘Eyes bigger than her belly’, Sarah had muttered, using an expression much beloved by my grandmother at the dinner table, I’d recalled. 

Sarah, I knew felt they were shorthanded in the stable now that Judith had returned to her veterinary course. Mandy kept adding new stock to the stables, plus there was now the imminent departure of young Suzy for perhaps a couple of months to make the situation even worse. 

‘Just because they are available doesn’t mean she has to have them!’ had been the slightly indignant complaint during our belated coffee break one morning after a particularly lengthy grooming and mucking out session. Sarah was also one of those people who would never cut a corner to save time or energy and, unlikely as it seemed, did have a certain degree of compassion for those in her charge. Well, perhaps not compassion but a sense of professional responsibility for their care and well-being!

I had judiciously mentioned the subject to Mandy only to be fobbed off with a slightly impatient, ‘stable girls don’t grow on trees, you know, Honey!’ so I hadn’t pushed the issue. Although from what Bob had told me, and somewhat surprisingly, it didn’t seem that they had that much of a recruitment problem. I wasn’t suggesting that she start putting adverts in the local papers. ‘Wanted, stable girl for unusual two-legged equines. Sadistic nature essential, conscience optional!’

I could sympathise with Sarah, though. Apart from these two who being virtually untrained and one hundred per cent feral, which inevitably meant grooming took three times as long per pony, she’d also had my Beauty and then four other ponies suddenly dumped on her. Naturally, I did my share with Beauty and helped with the other livestock, but I could understand and sympathise with her point of view.

Fortunately, the relief cavalry was in sight, and Sarah’s mood had improved noticeably during the day. Mandy had told me that one of their old girls was coming back for three months, maybe longer. Kelly had left three years ago to go to Uni, now intended to do a master’s course but not for six months. She’d thought about going travelling but missed the ponies, so she had asked Mandy if she could use some short term help. A lovely girl comes from the same mould as Sarah, very efficient and conscientious!

I decided not to enter the double stall as I knew this pairing was being ‘decidedly difficult’, Sarah’s words, so I contented myself with leaning over the door to view them. I’d had nothing to do with them and, apart from the odd peek into the stall when passing, hadn’t seen them since my first visit, and nothing seemed to have changed.

Mama glared at me through those same angry, red-rimmed eyes and the daughter, Bambi, cowered against the wall just as skittish as on my first visit. Mandy, I noted, hadn’t completely ignored the pair; they both displayed the marks of recent attention upon their magnificent glossy black skins. I recalled what Mandy had said about handling them with greater impunity than her delicately skinned Nordic pair.

I noted that Mama’s sizeable jutting udders with those magnificent long nipples had certainly felt her owner’s wrath, feeling my fingers involuntarily twitching. My Beauty’s weren’t bad, but these two crowning peaks were outstanding in girth and length. How sensitive must they be when Madam used them as a target to assert her authority, I wondered with a wicked shudder.

Bambi, I recalled, hadn’t been far behind Mamma in that department, but she’d turned to modestly face the wall rather than adopt the glaring defiant posture of her mother. No matter, it simply allowed me to view the myriad collection of livid stripes that sullied her prominent rump cheeks.  How did this once-proud daughter of an African tribal chief and politician feel about being owned and whipped like a rebellious animal and whipped by a white woman at that!

I noted whoever was responsible for grooming them was doing an excellent job despite the difficulties of handling the feral pair. Their gleaming dark oiled bodies made the other occupants of the stable look very ordinary, and the way the subdued lighting reflected off their shaven scalps. I felt my body shudder again as I recalled the sensual feeling of my palm slowly revolving upon a smooth, slippery shaven scalp! 

There was something so satisfying doing that and not just the delicious sensation but also the knowledge that you were the one responsible for that additional degradation or would have been were she mine.  I thought of Beauty but instantly dismissed the idea; no, her mane was her crowning glory, another physical aspect that complemented the others in producing a near-perfect filly for my enjoyment visually and practically.  But for my new and hitherto untouched stallion, Goldie?

That beast had a fine golden head of cute little curls, did it not and was probably quite vain about them. I’d no intention of shaving that magnificent body of his, not with that natural golden fur that covered so much of it but his head, a large portion of which would be covered by bridle and harness. Why not?

I blew a mischievous farewell kiss at Mama and then walked across to Goldie’s stall.  I was revelling in a renewed sense of wicked eroticism, one that almost made me want to make a start on my new stallion immediately. Goldie, who’d so far been the only member of that ill-fated family to have been left entirely alone, bar his initial tacking up and routine daily maintenance. I’d decided I wanted to introduce him to the more humiliating and painful aspects of his new life privately back at my place. True I’d have Sally and Suzy around, but somehow that didn’t feel the same as if I’d started at Mandy’s big stable. Silly, but that’s the way I had decided to play it.

“Not long now, boy,” I told the big brute as he glared at me. Such a sullen, insolent look as well, the silly creature! Had the sights and sounds of the last few days made no impression on the animal whatsoever, or did it somehow think it was immune from such treatment? If so, mister pony, you might want to look around and reflect upon the fact that you're standing almost in a pile of your own stinking shit, foolish creature! Likewise, you’ve been fed, watered and hosed down every day like the dumb animal you are now, and life will get a whole lot worse once I get started on you properly! 

I spent a couple of minutes admiring my new animal, wondering if the beast appreciated that I was his new owner and all that such ownership entailed. Probably not, I concluded, but by this time next month, maybe this time next week, it would have a far better understanding, wouldn’t it?

My body gave another of those involuntary shivers, partly at that thought and partly because I heard Medusa beginning to sing loudly again for her tiny Mistress. I glanced up at the staff apartment for a long moment thinking of that cute little pink puppy tongue, then sighed and headed back to the house. My own fault; I was far too benevolent!

I was drifting off to sleep maybe a couple of hours later, still feeling somewhat frustrated. I’d half-heartedly tried fingers and then given up, somehow not being able to work myself up either via mood or the effort required and cursing myself for leaving my little pink vibrator behind, not that I’d used it for ages. Then again, the stable tack room had a sizeable collection designed for both front and back doors, not that the recipients of such toys were allowed to go the whole journey! Idiot, I thought to myself as sleep slowly overtook me. I should have grabbed a couple of those; after all, unlike the pony’s, there was no local restriction preventing me from buying a ticket all the way to the terminus!

I was just in that strange twilight zone betwixt and between sleep and wakefulness when I froze as the bedroom door creaked open, banishing the sleep element instantly. The room was pitch dark due to the heavy curtains at the windows, and my mind immediately recalled those horrible stories Bob had cheerfully regaled me with after dinner one night when we finished off a couple of wine bottles. 

He had a seemingly endless fund of dark tales and local legends about the various ghosts that the big house had supposedly inherited from the two dwellings that previously occupied the site dating back some eight hundred years. Some parts of those buildings were subsequently incorporated into their successor, itself nearing its first century.  I’d a strong suspicion at the time he was pulling my leg, with many of them being invented on the spot! If not, then I was probably staying in the most haunted house in England!

However, doors, especially big heavy country house ones, didn’t open and close on their own though? Not in rooms where there was no hint of a draught. I froze solid. Nor did bed covers elevate themselves of their own accord as something unknown suddenly climbed onto the bottom end of the huge bed and wriggled upwards between my legs. Were such denizens of the spirit world warm and soft?

Ghosts don’t, or at least I assume that they don’t – giggle either! A very feminine mischievous giggle reached my ears as I cautiously raised the bed covers. A small wet mouth clamped down hard on my cunny, immediately followed by a small tongue penetrating my frustrated orifice. I realised someone, a tiny but perfectly shaped person who’d probably worked herself up flogging a reluctant pony, evidently possessed a guilty conscience! 

*****

That tight bedroom situation at my farmhouse had seemingly been solved. Sally hadn’t officially swapped rooms for the remainder of my stay at Mandy’s place, but I wasn’t surprised to find her already in bed, my bed, after dinner the following night. I’d lingered over coffee and liqueurs with Bob and Mandy discussing various aspects of my forthcoming return home. 

I won’t say that the couple was having second thoughts but given their concern for Sally and now, to a certain extent for me, I was quite touched and not a little amused. Bob had been a bit hesitant, wondering if it might be better for me to first return alone with Beauty and settle into my not new but security-enhanced facility. Then in a couple of weeks, Sally and Suzy could join me along with the two new ponies. 

Mandy, I noted, was now giving it some thought which surprised me a little, for she’d been the chief instigator of everything that had happened recently, or so it seemed to me. There was a certain logic to the idea, and I considered it briefly before scotching it. 

“Piffle!” I told them quite firmly. “I know where you’re both coming from, and I appreciate your concern, but we’ll all be perfectly fine. None of us are idiots, after all, not even young Suzy! I know she gives a certain irrepressible ‘wild child’ impression, but we all know that she’s almost certainly the brightest spark around IQ wise!

“IQ isn’t everything”, Bob pointed out with a wry smile. “It means you may be clever but not necessarily smart!

“True”, I conceded and added with a smile of my own, “Will you tell Suzy that, or shall I?”

Bob grinned. “Mmmm, I think I’ll pass on that one, plus it would be unfair. That young madam knows as much about the security of this place as I do, no forget that; she knows a damn sight more!” he looked at his wife. “Okay, I guess we stick with plan A plus young Suzy. Just remember that if anything does go pear-shaped, you won’t be the only ones dropped deep in the brown smelly stuff!” That latter remark was addressed to me.

“That was always going to be the case, dear!” Mandy interjected before I could say anything. “I think perhaps we are being a touch over-cautious, paranoid even on reflection! Don’t forget that this enterprising young woman managed to acquire two excellent animals entirely on her own and would still be living in isolated security had I not taken a casual interest in both her orders and her address when we were in Germany that time”.

“Was I that obvious?”

Mandy shook her head. “No, it was, was…, well, I don’t exactly know. Maybe something about your tack order caught my eye, and I knew that area where you lived; I’d driven nearby frequently when visiting Sally.” She shrugged and laughed. “Hey, I don’t honestly know; let’s just call it sixth sense or something that prompted my interest!”

“One pervert sensing another!” Bob chuckled only to get a dirty look from his wife.

“I am not,” Mandy said very firmly, “a pervert. Those sorts of people get their jollies from peeking into ladies' changing rooms, wanking over dirty magazines, flashing their private parts at underage girls, and so forth! I am a privileged sophisticated connoisseur with a unique taste in what I collect and enjoy!” she glared at Bob, challenging him to say anything.

Bob said nothing keeping a straight face, although he did wink at me when his wife was looking in the other direction. Bob was the more down to earth and practical one of the pair, and I sensed this was an old and ongoing discussion between them that I‘d be best avoiding! I decided to change the subject and satisfy my curiosity about something else. Like why Colin hated Sarah.

“She once gave him a damn good hiding, a severe flogging”, Mandy said with a shrug. “Entirely his own fault; that’s why I banned him from the stable. I have a fondness for Colin and especially his mother, but he pissed me off big time, the idiot.”

I waited patiently while Mandy debated with herself and finally shrugged. “Well. It’s no big secret, and I’m surprised one of the girls hasn’t told you. A few years back, there were various clearing out jobs in the stable that called for some heavy lifting, so I assigned Colin to the task. Sarah wasn’t keen, so it was my own stupid fault.”

“What happened?”

“One pretty filly had evidently caught the lad’s eye. I can’t say I was surprised; even harnessed and bridled that sexy little pony was a dead cert eye-catcher. Anyway, cutting the story short, Sarah caught Colin with his pants around his ankles and his cock as far up the pony’s snatch as possible! Sarah went ballistic, berserk and dragged him off the filly, floored him with one kick, dragged him over the nearest hurdle and roped him down”.

“Impressive”, I murmured, thinking of Colin’s bulk.

“Well, Sarah’s no midget, and she used to do martial arts” Hell if she fancies one of the girls, they’ve all learnt that there is no refusing her if she feels randy! In this case, she’d first taken the precaution of planting her boot in his balls good and hard so fighting back was the last thing on Colin’s mind, I expect, at that point. Not when you’ve just had your rampant ardour cooled by someone leaving a size six boot print all over your erect dick! Plus, she was absolutely incensed and took it as a personal failing on her part! Berserk was probably the correct term. Not quite foaming at the mouth but not far off!

I thought about the rows of stalled helpless ponies, many of them very shapely and could appreciate the temptation. “Was it so serious an offence? I mean, well, it’s not like they get treated with kid gloves all the time, is it, the ponies?”

Mandy pulled a face and looked at me very solemnly. “He knew better, way better, and in this case or that particular animal’s case, yes, it was very serious. My animals are not for fucking period except for rare, very rare occasions and then only under my direct supervision! That blasted little filly wasn’t even one of mine, which made it ten, no, a hundred times worse. The girl that owned her stabled her with me on strict conditions. She had her own plans for that filly along similar lines”.

“How so?”

“Her pony was a virgin, had been a rather prim and prude righteous little miss, I gather, before she was acquired and harnessed. The animal had made the mistake of calling her new owner a slut and a slag one time! Her virginity was not there to be taken by the likes of Colin. Her owner was looking for the biggest captive stallion she could find to cover and impregnate her filly and to do it numerous times in front of her. God, the fuss the bitch kicked up over it, lost me a hell of a lot of kudos, I can tell you. Not to mention the money she cost me in compensation!”

Bob coughed politely.

“Cost us”, Mandy amended. “Hell, when I heard the racket and walked in to see Sarah laying into Colin with the stable cane, I thought she’d gone crazy. What’s that expression, plumb loco or something!

I tried to imagine the scene, but I couldn't manage it somehow, knowing both Colin and Sarah. I also found it hard to keep my face straight, looking at the indignant expression on Mandy’s face. “What did you do when she told you?”

Mandy gave a short, bitter laugh. “What do you think? I grabbed that cane right off her and went plumb loco myself! He was lucky the pair of us didn’t beat him to death on the spot, the great silly oaf!”

“Poor Colin,” I said, and I did feel rather sorry for the lad. “What did his mother say? I’ll be she was a bit upset?”

Bob chuckled. “Susan certainly was when they dragged him over to her. Promptly gave the poor lad a clip round the ear that sent him flying across the kitchen and followed that with a couple of hefty backhanders to the face that made him look like a panda for the next week or so!”.

That hadn’t exactly been what I’d meant, but then I knew how fiercely loyal Susan was to her unusual employers, so perhaps it shouldn’t have surprised me. I thought about it for a moment,

“Isn’t she a bit worried about it, him, Sarah, I mean. After all, he’s bigger than she is and undoubtedly a whole lot stronger!”

Mandy shook her head. “Oh, he’s permanently banned from the stable and mumbles and occasionally grouses about that and getting even with her, but it’s just hot air. He will ramble on about getting even with everyone who’s ever upset him, old school teachers, police officers, judges, lawyers, prison governors and social workers, everyone! Hell, I tanned his arse as well, remember and if anything, harder than Sarah did. Anyway, she’s not daft and buried that hatchet with him long ago. Every so often, she’ll hitch up a, well, let us say, a suitable pony whose owner is less fussy to a two-seater and invite him to go for a ride. No questions asked if you get my meaning!”

I nodded. 

Mandy paused. “She also taught him to read or read a lot better as well as well after that. Colin has been diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome, that’s a form of autism”.

“I know; we had a lad working in the post room who suffered from that at my last job. Poor social skills and problems with verbal communication mainly. Nice guy though, very quiet and gentle.”

Mandy nodded. “Yes, that’s it. Sarah felt a bit guilty afterwards, so she took him under her wing, so to speak. You may have noticed that she has endless patience when training a pony in the stable. Always tough but fair, unlike me!” Mandy sighed. “Of course, Suzy refers to those outings as the ‘fuck and cowboy book sessions!’ Sarah spends her main holiday every year at a ranch in Wyoming riding real horses when she’s not visiting places like Dodge City and Tombstone. Colin collects cowboy regalia, and the pair share an interest in western movies!”

“Sounds like they’d have got on well with my dad!”.

Bob coughed and grinned. “I’ve invited him along for the occasional ride, as has Sally, although without the book element. He’s not that fussy gender-wise when it comes to ‘avin a bit o fun, like’!” he mimicked. “No, I don’t think Colin poses any problem! Not to any of us anyway. He occasionally bad mouths Sarah to hell, but she’s his number one port of call if he’s upset about something!” he finished laughing. “Come on, let’s clear away and then I’m for bed.” He paused and winked at me. giving a mock sigh. “Alone again with a hot water bottle, I expect, unless my wife is already bored with her latest bit of young fluff?”

“What happened to the pony in the end?” I asked, getting up.

Mandy snorted. “I did make an outstanding offer on top of what I paid out in compensation for that wretched creature’s ruined hymen! Fuck, but she was a money-grabbing little bitch, and it wasn’t even as though she was short, not with her father being who he was. Bitch haggled like an Arab market trader and then refused to sell, which was a pity. A real peach and completely wasted in pony harness. No way, though, was she ever going to sell that filly, so she moved the beast to another stable. She still had her covered once she found the right stallion only by the back door for the first time before the beast settled into its task of impregnating her. Been kept with a permanent fat belly ever since, so I’ve heard!”

That caught my attention. “Suzy was talking about that the other day; I gather it’s something she’s interested in?”

Mandy nodded. “I know. I’ve considered it; I’m acquainted with several owners that are also breeders. It’s an area that I’ve yet to venture into, although I’ve never ruled out the possibility entirely, likewise milkers”.

That was the end of the debate. Shortly after, I retired to find a sexy little peach who’d not been wearing that erotic makeup and scent earlier at dinner and clad in a very revealing baby doll nightdress, warming my bed instead of a hot water bottle. I vaguely wondered where she’d got that flimsy garment from, given almost all her day-to-day outfits seemed to be straight out of a ‘Junior Miss’ clothing catalogue. That translucent shortie was very much not junior miss standard night attire! 

I didn’t wonder about it for very long though not once I’d hastily thrown my clothes off and joined the tiny beauty in bed. I did spare a brief thought for Fluffy, was she back in the kennel or the stable apartment again. Perhaps that was a good idea; I wouldn’t want young Suzy to feel lonely or neglected every night, would I? A moment later, I gave a pleasurable tip to toe shudder and decided I didn’t give a damn! Life at my refurbished pony residence was looking ever more promising, was it not?