Pony Renaissance

Chapter 16

“Well, what do you think, ladies? My stable, my newly renovated and rebuilt stable? I know that it’s nothing like as grand or as spacious as what you two experienced equine trainers are used to!”

Suzy seemed unperturbed by my self-deprecating comment as she looked around. “It’s fine, better than fine. Perfectly adequate for your new Pony Ranch. There’s a hell of a lot of wasted space in that aircraft hangar back at Mandy’s, plus a lot of built-in redundancy equipment-wise. Too many ponies as well, if I’m honest. Not enough of us to keep them all fully exercised properly! What’s through there?”

“My new tack cum utility room I replied. “Come take a look”, I invited and led the way, with Suzy and Sally obediently following. “No idea what it was originally. It used to be a sort of add on, a ruined one but Tony noticed an old bricked up door just here, so they opened that up and renovated the outside, new roof and built an entirely new front and right-hand side, so it extends down that way to match the stable wall.

The three of us were examining the renovated stable in depth now that everyone had departed, restoring peace and quiet bar the restless stirrings of the four captive ponies. Mandy, her head sticking out of the passenger window, as per usual, had still been imparting advice as Bob headed for the winding drive down to the road. I’d glanced at the other two as the car vanished around the first bend and got the same impression. Phew! Mandy had a habit of leaving you out of breath without you having done anything!

Suzy had taken charge in the vacuum that followed, suggesting that we double check the ponies and have another look around, a more thorough one this time without her boss rushing about giving orders. Mandy, throwing out instructions,  changing her mind and countering them and then changing tack onto something else and confusing everyone in the process, including herself! Bob, I noted, had wisely absented himself early on and sat quietly in my kitchen reading something on his iPad. 

Yes, I did say four ponies. Suzy had belatedly decided to cram her pony into the smaller trailer with my Beauty. Her excuse was that she’d been neglecting the old mare lately, and the animal needed exercising. ‘Getting far too fat and a change of scene will do us both good’, she’d declared. ‘that’s if you don’t mind?’

How could I? Suzy, I was amused to see, was already vacillating between her normal irrepressible bouncy personality and trying to be a sort of younger version of Sarah, serious and professional. Sally had whispered to me before I set off that the girl was under strict orders to make sure everything ran smoothly. First, Sarah and then Mandy had taken her aside to emphasise that they were relying on her. Sally had found the idea highly amusing to the extent that she’d giggled continuously as she told me!

“Still a bit sparse”, I apologised, waving an arm around to indicate all the unoccupied hooks and empty cupboards. “I‘ll need to stock up on more items now”.

“No big deal,” Suzy said, casting a professional eye around the room. “We had tons of extra kit. That trunk I hauled out of the big trailer is crammed full of spare stuff that Sarah sorted out for you, plus you can order anything else needed, especially made to measure stuff from Mandy’s German company. No cost. Mandy said they’d send it to her place, and she’d have someone pop down and deliver it”.

“Keeping an eye on us, no doubt”, I noted.

Suzy laughed. “More like keeping an eye on me. She gave me a real pi-jaw, you know, yesterday, her and Sarah both!” She suddenly giggled. “They seem to think I’m irresponsible, me!”

I laughed. “Not true, I told her, not all the time anyway!” then added “Missed!” as I ducked to avoid the damp sponge she threw at me. 

“Seriously though,” I told them, “I never asked for all these additions, but now we have four ponies to feed, this little area they built down at the end here, this…” I groped for the word. “Like you have in the Kennels.

“Kitchenette”, Sally helpfully supplied. 

I nodded. “Before I was prepping Beauties feeds over in the house kitchen. Having this little area, sink, water, electric boiler, fridge, shelves, etc. This will make life a lot easier.

“More appropriate too,” Sally observed. “Dogs and cats, yes, but who the hell prepares pony chow in a domestic kitchen! What’s up?”

They were both looking at me. “Oh, dear!” A sudden thought had occurred to me, and I looked at my watch. “Food!” I exclaimed.

“No problem” Suzy waved a hand towards the kitchenette area. “Sarah also put in various bags of pony chow, as Sally put it. It might be a bit bland without the normal extras we often toss in, but who gives a cuss about that, more than enough to feed our little herd till we get sorted out and…” she trailed off as I shook my head.

“Fuck the damn ponies! I was thinking more of the important two-legged occupants as in us,” I told her. “In terms of human chow, we have half a carton of skimmed milk in an otherwise empty fridge. Also, a jar of coffee, some biscuits plus a few assorted cans and packets, providing Tony and his gang haven’t eaten the latter and an empty freezer. Plus, a couple of inches of champers in the bottom of a large bottle probably a little flat by now! The local shop closed an hour ago, and if I recall correctly, it’s the closed night for the village takeaway, and the pub only does lunches.” I pulled a face and looked back towards the ponies. “I’m not really in the mood for a twenty-mile round trip to the supermarket either!” I sighed, then added. “So, what are you grinning at then, young miss?”

*****

“See,” Suzy said, waving a half-eaten chicken drumstick in my direction. “You can rely on me after all. Mandy and Sarah were running about fussing over extra pony tack. Bob was getting his knickers in a twist going on and on endlessly about security and checking bloody systems! You two were, well, doing whatever it was you were busy doing, whereas I was the one who asked Susan to put a food hamper together for us. That’s worth at least a dozen stable points, I expect!”

I winked at her and swallowed the last mouthful of delicious cheese and onion pasty. “Make that two dozen” I nodded at the large cardboard box masquerading as a picnic hamper. “Two dozen is also what Susan must have thought she was feeding!”

“Just the top layer as well”, Sally added. “There’s bread, cheese, bacon, butter, eggs, and a whole lot more under all the readies. Most of this will keep” Sally nodded to the laden table and then towards my big but empty refrigerator. “Some scraps can be added to pony feed but only a little. What’s not needed can be chucked or fed to Fluffy and Raven. I’m not about to start cosseting that big ugly animal of mine, and your old mare is looking a bit tubby these days, Suze. Where is Raven, by the way?”

I grinned. “Sulking, I expect. My young hound spent almost the entire time we were at Mandy’s in Susan’s big kitchen scoffing endless titbits, apart from a daily walk with her husband. I hardly saw him, and now he’s also got quite ‘tubby’ from all the extra’s, spoiled rotten. He knew something was going on, and getting over-excited, so I didn’t want him chasing around and getting in the way when everybody arrived, so I shut him in the main bedroom. Fluffy is next door in the guest room”.

“Thank you”, Suzy giggled. 

I eyed the irrepressible girl. “Careful, Mandy told me to keep you busy, nose to the grindstone, so save your energy, my sweet young Missy!”

Suzy giggled and wiped her lips with a piece of pink lavatory tissue, my substitute napkins. “Oh, don’t worry on that score. I’m no strap-on, Sarah! I much prefer the relaxed, less energetic and laid-back approach. I’m a natural receiver, and your Fluffy’s oral equipment is infinitely preferable to having a big rubber double-ended dick pummelling my little lovebox!”

I raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Depends on her mood. Sarah can be incredibly sweet and tender, and then the next time, wham bang and no thank you, Ma’am, sore fanny time! Still fun, though!” she finished with another wicked giggle and promptly helped herself to a large chocolate éclair, teasing it with her tongue most suggestively.

We were all feeling content and relaxed after what had been, in many ways, a hectic day. The kitchen was comfortably warm, plus we’d done our joint best to make a sizeable inroad into Susan’s generous emergency ‘ration box’, the ready to eat part anyway. Sally watched Suzy for a couple of seconds and then, unable to resist, reached for an éclair while I settled in my chair, my thoughts drifting back a couple of hours.

Tony and his gang had transformed my scruffy run-down old stable to the extent that it was as new to me as my companions and somehow seemed twice the size. Tardis effect perhaps I recalled from my Dr Who watching days but achieved without advanced technology. Hard work, carpentry, and numerous coats of paint combined with a complete strip out had transformed the place into something more worthy of a ‘Major Pony Owner!’.

Hardly major, I’d thought. Those had been Tony’s words, not mine; still, I did have two now, didn’t I? Plus, Sally’s monster and Suzy's mare for the present. Tony had decided that the most straightforward option was to be ruthless and cut back to four walls and the rafters. He’d told me they’d thought about plastering the old walls but decided against it on aesthetic grounds, for which I was grateful. I rather liked the ambience of the old brickwork. 

Instead, they had sandblasted and then repointed so that it all looked as new and a damn sight lighter. Up above rotten timbers and the rafters had been replaced and then painted a light cream colour adding to the feeling of space and light. The old stalls had gone, replaced with heavy-duty wooden enclosures well-appointed with various securing points that met Suzy’s approval.

The new stalls were smaller than the originals but perfectly adequate, better even, I thought, and again Suzy approved. Less room to get your foot stamped on if you got careless, I grinned to myself. It was also pleasing to see that my ‘model railroad train’ storage cupboards had survived the onslaught, the ones I used to house all my punishment tools. My workbench had gone along with all my accumulated crap. They had concreted over what had once been an overgrown, neglected kitchen garden at the far side of the farmhouse and a new prefabricated metal double garage erected. There was space for my car on one side, plus my benches and ’er, clutter’ occupied the other space, ready for me to ‘sort out’ at my leisure! Tony’s words again, although I suspected he’d meant ‘throw out’!

I’d been a touch worried driving home, thinking about how Suzy and Sally would regard my dingy old stable with its mouldering contents and musty odour. The building had a distinct aroma that overrode everything else, even the worst outpourings Beauty’s digestive tract could produce! I had dropped a few heavy hints as to what they might expect, and now I recollected that with a twinge of amusement as they looked around and flashed the occasional questioning look in my direction.

I still had six stalls, but as Tony had pointed out, the room now for two more if I ever needed them. I was surprised how calmly I’d accepted that when he casually mentioned it. ‘If I needed them!’, eight stalls, eight ponies, Jeez with a capital J! Eight, and I hadn’t even had the one for six months, had I? Hell, I’d have to think about building my own staff apartment at that rate, wouldn’t I?

The wet area had also undergone a substantial rebuild. I’d thought my previous contractors had done an acceptable job given what I was prepared to spend, but now my ponies could be bathed and groomed in comparative luxury. Well, sort of luxury, at least there was a reliable source of hot water now, unlike what I’d had installed previously. The primary beneficiaries of the new and more convenient arrangement would naturally be the handlers when grooming.

Suzy’s comment when I discovered the new hot water system had been to remark that it would make kit cleaning and washing your hands easier. No mention of ponies, I noted with a touch of amusement. There was a certain something lacking in those of us who customarily handled two-legged equine? Compassion perhaps?

Dominating the central portion of the roof space was the new pony walker, a short tether danging from each of its three arms. I’d already played with it earlier under Tony’s supervision. Coloured push-button controls raised and lowered the tethers, and rotation speed could be adjusted via a simple dial likewise direction. ‘Super easy’, Tony had laughed, twiddling it up to maximum speed. Not that he’d recommended doing that with a pony attached, not unless it could fly or maintain 100-meter sprint speed combined with marathon distance! Easy, of course, meant easy for me and not the unfortunate pony being exercised

Naturally, the three of us had another play with it as we examined all the facilities. Suzy was mindful of her assigned role, cautioning us to take extra care when setting it after watching it revolve at full speed. She was not exactly happy with the controls and said she’d have a word with Mandy or look at it herself. ‘What happens if three sets of pounding pony hooves cause it to vibrate and slowly increase speed? Especially if no one is watching!” she waved a hand towards a couple of the numerous cameras that decorated the walls.

I noticed that they’d done something to the floor, although Tony hadn’t mentioned it. The old lumpy, bumpy surface replaced by a hard rubbery substance covered with the usual layer of sawdust, sand and wood shavings. Another unrequested addition was a largeish lean-to storage shelter built on the opposite side of the sable to the tack room. A new doorway was made, and the area was already full of small hay bales and bags of sawdust and wood shavings.

Our final point of call were a couple of frames and a padded bench parked along one wall. I recognised them from Mandy’s bondage website, and there was no doubting their purpose from the array of sturdy leather straps they sported, nor was my makeshift punishment bench present. It was no longer needed, not with this purpose-built kit readily to hand. I wondered for a second what had happened to it but suspected it had been consigned to the local waste tip along with all the other cleared junk. 

“Who’s good at flat packs then?” Sally laughed, pointing at the four large thin packages next to the benches. “I wonder why they didn’t assemble those as well. I didn’t know Ikea did pony carts!”

“Mandy again, I expect,” Suzy said, bending and tilting her head to read the small German lettering on one side. “Some sort of recreational equipment if I recall my one year doing the language at school”.

“Recreational equipment!” I was puzzled.

Suzy returned to the vertical. “Specialised recreational equipment if the box contains what Sally and I think it does. I’ve put a couple of these together with Sarah. You’ve both used them. Lightweight pony carts! It looks like she’s supplied you with both singles and doubles. Easy-peasy to assemble, just a few bolts and some screw thingies to adjust, pop the wheels on, and you’re in business. Pretty neat, no harder than a small bookcase!” 

Pretty neat indeed, I thought, although without her confidence. I’d had prior experience with flatpack furniture, and ‘easy-peasy’ was not a term I would have used. It also, I recalled, had an alarming habit of endeavouring to return to its original ‘flatpack’ state when subsequently being moved to a new location! 

I was being a bit churlish, though, wasn’t I? Mandy and Bob seemed to have generously covered everything between them. A whole heap of ‘everythings’ with no expense spared and far more than I’d ever envisaged! Tony had walked me down to where the trails they’d cleared and added started, but obviously,  we hadn’t had time to walk the routes. I’d got a better overall picture when he ran me through what I’d already dubbed ‘mission control’ in a previously unused kitchen alcove. 

‘Better than Google Street view’ had been my comment as he guided me through a seemingly endless array of camera positions visible on a couple of monitors and attendant equipment. ‘Guided’ being very much framed by inverted commas! Mind boggled would have been a better way of putting it, and I was very relieved when he pointed out, as Bob had done, that young Suzy could walk me through it and all the attendant alarm settings in slow time.

My main recollection was looking at the badgers. They had to change one of their proposed buggy routes after discovering that an old, long-abandoned badger sett had recently been reoccupied. They had left a camera there anyway as part of the overall security coverage. It had also doubled as a source of local entertainment for him and his crew. Badger watch! 

 Well, the cubs on the recordings were super cute, and I could see the three of us giving the TV a miss some evenings! Suzy, I knew, was an avid TV soap opera junkie, and I’d already warned her that she’d better bring a portable with her or a tablet computer and indulge herself in her room rather than inflict such nightly horrors on me! 

Another one of those two-legged pony paradoxes I reflected. We would go all goo-ga silly over a few furry little animals when perhaps only an hour previously, we’d quite coolly and remorselessly flogged one of our captive ponies half to death. Well. Perhaps not that far, but you know what I mean. 

Tony had been apologetic when pointing out the trails they’d built, how they were a bit twisty and kept doubling back on themselves to extend the length. They couldn’t take them too near the property boundaries for obvious reasons. He’d got them all marked out on a printout superimposed on a large-scale area map. Quite honestly, I was utterly ‘gob-smacked’ mind blown at what he’d accomplished on my small patch of the English countryside. Throw the stable in and everything else; just how much had Bob spent, I wondered?

My initial modest ambition had been to throw a special saddle over Beauty and spend maybe five or ten minutes astride walking her sedately around the farm yead and the old orchard, probably in the evening as the light was fading. I’d never forgotten that picture I found purely by chance on the internet that day, my into the fascinating world of two-legged captive equines, although that been of a carriage pony. 

It wasn’t so much the act of riding that was the thrill. I could keep her like an animal and use her like one, a mere beast of burden! Beauty's sole purpose in life now was to be owned and used by me, and riding the beast would be such a splendid means of reinforcing my authority and dominance over the captive creature. Hell, now I could do just as I’d done at Mandy’s 24/7 provided, I kept an eye on my phone for the alerts and took the necessary precautions when required. What was he apologising for, and I’d told him just that! 

Another thought occurred to me and made me giggle aloud, puzzling the other two. Would I end up like Mandy, perhaps filling one or even both of those empty stalls I had with some poor birdwatcher or similar who’d strayed into my territory? No, I decided, definitely not! I didn’t have her money nor her extensive contacts to fob off annoying official busybodies!

“Suzy had been picking at the stubborn parcel tape on top of one of the boxes, finally ripping it open and peering inside. Wider tyres than normal,” she grunted with approval. “That’ll be because of what they used to surface your pony trails with, I expect, more akin to mountain bike off-road tyres than the narrower ones we normally use!” she turned and grinned at me. “Shouldn’t make much difference; a few more touches of the whip if they stall, I expect. No big deal!”

Sally yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Very interesting, I’m sure. I don’t know about you two big girls, but this little one is about ready for her bed, and you can take that look off your face right now, Madam!” she snapped at Suzy. “I’m tired, not randy and right this minute, hitting the pillow is my main concern. I suggest we have a final look around to check all is ok and then, well then, tomorrow is a whole new day, especially if we’ve all had a beautiful sleep,” she laughed.

Suzy and I looked at each other and nodded in agreement, and in one mindset, the three of us headed first for Medusa’s stall. We hadn’t talked about it or discussed anything, but instinctively, that giant ugly creature probably posed the most significant threat. Her recent employer, now ironically sharing the adjacent stall, hadn’t employed her for her intimidating looks alone. The woman was damn strong with reflexes that belied her bulk and was supposedly proficient in various martial skills. Bob had been warned to watch her closely and passed that warning on to the three of us. He’d emphasised that the people who’d told him that weren’t the nervous sort!

There was intelligence lurking in those angry red piggy eyes I’d noted, as had Sally. ‘All the better’ had been her attitude when we discussed it. I gathered that she had a low opinion of the intellectual capacity of Bob’s two giant stallions, so plying her whip and will upon Medusa promised to be even more entertaining for her.

Now enclosed in a single rather than a double stall, I thought the angry beast looked even more impressive and frightening. I cast an apprehensive glance over at the small woman who was beginning to play a significant part in my life. Sally’s expression was completely the reverse, her eyes bright and sparkling as she watched Suzy slip into the stall and check the various restraints. Excitement, pride, anticipation, I wondered? Probably all three and more.

“Tighter, I think”, Sally muttered half to herself and half to Suzy as she entered the stall. It was standard procedure, one of Sarah’s fundamental stable rules was that every pony was double-checked last thing to ensure that they were secure. ‘Never had a runner and never will!’ Sarah had told me with a degree of smug self-satisfaction. There was not much chance of that, harnessed, denied the use of their hands and restrained. Even if they managed to get out of a stall by some miracle or security lapse, they’d still somehow have to overcome locked stable doors, alarms, and cameras. 

I’d once innocently asked Sarah what she’d do to any pony foolish enough to try its luck should such an unlikely opportunity arise. She hadn’t answered, merely snorted with amusement at the idea, but I’d seen the look that briefly flashed into her eyes and decided with a shiver, I’d rather not be that pony!

Sally was bending down, adjusting the chains that led to the beast’s leg hobbles. She’d already slapped it hard twice on one thigh as it vainly struggled and made to kick her. Not easy when your leg movement is measured in mere inches! Such stupid insolence would only serve to irritate its tiny owner and would no doubt be remembered come morning!. 

Sally stood upright, delivered another stinging slap to a meaty thigh, grabbed a handful of flesh, and squeezed hard. “Tight Suze, I want everything good and tight, no slack, not tonight, not for this animal. It can spend the night upon its hooves, and we can leave the lights on and let them all get a good look at their new home…or hell!” she finished with a giggle.

Suzy nodded and giggled as she tightened the other fastenings that restrained the enormous creature, which suddenly shook all over and tried vainly to jump in its bonds. Sally had made as though to leave the stall, then turned back to her pony and, on impulse, suddenly thrust her tiny hand with the fingers together between those big plump thighs and into the creature’s shaven cunt. Hence the wriggle and attempted jump along with a highly indignant muted squeal!

“Suze, Suze, come here.” Sally squeaked excitedly, her fatigue temporarily forgotten as she withdrew her tiny hand. “Come here, come and check this out, carefully!”

I watched as Suzy joined the child-sized woman and, at her promptings, licked a couple of fingers and curiously inserted them into Medusa’s prominent hairless vaginal opening. A moment later, she stopped dead and squeaked, “No!”

Sally bobbed up and down delightedly. “Yes, yes, yes, careful now, Suze”, she cautioned, still chortling with glee.

The younger girl was now bending forwards and very gently probing inside that squirming orifice, much to the mortification of its enraged, grunting, wriggling owner impaled on two slim inquisitive fingers. 

“She is, isn’t she?” Sally laughed. “Who’d have thought it and at her age. She must have one made of leather!”

“Well, to be honest, are we really that surprised” Suzy declared, withdrawing her fingers and absently wiping them on the animal’s heavy waist corset. “I mean, look at it, look at that piggy face. Who the hell would want to poke this thing! I’ll bet this one was a dyke through and through! Interesting though, only the second one I’ve ever felt like that on a pony!”

“Well, well, well!” Sally exclaimed, running a palm over the pale white flesh between that which bulged from under the tight pink leather corset and the animal’s private parts. “Miss KGB pinup of the year or whatever is a genuine virgin! A virgy wirgy pony girlie!” Sally turned and flashed a delighted grin at me. “Oh, what fun!”

I nodded, my mind focused less on what Sally was saying but more on the pony’s face, what I could see, and the creature’s body language. I concluded that that was one very unhappy pony, even though you didn’t need to be a Sherlock Holmes to recognise that ‘elementary’ fact! I wondered what my little lover’s idea of ‘fun’ would be? 

I was still mulling that over when I checked on Goldie. Whatever devilry Sally planned, even Dr Watson could have deduced it wouldn’t be much fun for that big pony of hers! Amusing for us undoubtedly, but Medusa was unlikely to experience any ‘wedding night ecstasy, I thought when Sally destroyed that improbable hymen!

Pony was probably the wrong term anyway for that enormous creature of hers, and mare covered a variety of sizes. Was there a name for a huge female equine, I wondered? Whereas Stallion seemed more descriptive in the sense of something big and powerful like my handsome new beast. 

I think I’d puzzled Mandy a little in my approach to the new beast. Unlike Sally, who couldn’t keep her hot little hands off her new animal, I’d rationed myself to a few visits mostly to gloat over my unexpected acquisition. Gloat, that’s a good word, isn’t it but so very apt in terms of my feelings!

Of course, I had spent time with him; who wouldn’t have! After all, he was a handsome, well-proportioned brute, one of those members of the male species that ooze their very masculinity from every pore. The sort that turns heads in a room full of women, even those of an outwardly ‘respectable’ disposition! I wondered how he would have reacted had Bob decided to keep the animal for himself and introduce him to those rear entry activities he so adored! How would it react if I were to do the same come to that?

Now there was an idea! I’d bet a million dollars or whatever had I possessed such a sum that his back door was as virginal as that of his giant female bodyguard’s front one! Maybe we could ‘educate and initiate’ them together? What a deliciously wicked thought!

‘Snap’, I thought; his eyes were nothing like those of Miss fucking piggy, who’d clearly failed in her assigned task of providing protection! I wondered how he felt about that, not that it was important? My snap thought was prompted by the expression in his eyes. Now that was identical to that fleshy mountain Sally was probably still exploring!

It was a sort of horrified, angry disbelief that what was happening to them was actually happening. This nightmare was real, not some bizarre, crazy dream that they would wake up from at some point, possibly sweating with incredulity mixed with a degree of relief that it was only a bad dream and nothing more. If only!

That delicious familiar shiver ran right through me as our eyes met. Look at me like that if you want animal but don’t think for one moment that it’s free to do so. You don’t realise it yet, but freedom is something you have said goodbye to forever! I’ll extract my price and continue to do so any time I damn well want, and soon you will realise that! 

The girls had tacked him up back at Mandy’s, a mix of old but perfectly serviceable black and brown harness leather. Sarah apologised, pointing out that most of their spare kit was designed for fillies and mares as well-stocked as they were. I wasn’t bothered. It did its job restraining and dehumanising him, but something nagged at me, and I was beginning to have an idea. 

Unlike Sally, I’d yet to lay a single punitive stroke upon his virgin flesh. I hadn’t even slapped the brute, nor had any of the girls to my knowledge. The entire blank canvass was reserved for me alone at least for the first few times, then after that, if Sally or Suzy needed to emphasise their authority, well, par for the course, wasn’t it!

I couldn’t resist doing what I usually did as I stood before my captive stallion; my right hand twitched automatically, reaching out and grasping that magnificent example of male manhood that dangled so temptingly, so helpless. The limply dangling focus of all that masculine aggression and manly pride yet now an impotent little tube of flesh entirely at my disposal. 

I wasn’t familiar with such appendages of late, my recent experiences being based on those shrunken caged ones belonging to Bob’s pony boys. Come to that, I’d never had much familiarity with the male cock anyway other than my brief fling when I was in my late teens with a regular bedmate till we split. Extended foreplay, indeed foreplay of any description, was not his ‘cup of tea’, so to speak. The damn thing was usually in me before I had a chance to see it, let alone touch it! Worse, it was generally shrinking and heading out twenty seconds later, long before my clit had even begun to get excited, let alone noticed the presence of the bloody thing such as it was.

Goldies was a beaut with a couple of big heavy balls to match. Naturally, I’d experimented and gently teased him to full quivering erecting a couple of times. Oh my, the look in his eyes, that mixture of humiliated rage and desperate desire! A desire which was, of course, denied. I bet the beast had some stamina because that impressive pole of his didn’t want to surrender the first time we played. If a giggling Suzy hadn’t nipped up to their apartment and retrieved a couple of ice cubes, we might still be looking at the bloody thing waving about!

Sarah naturally had wanted to cage the rampant beast and even managed to find a device big enough to contain the damn thing. I still had it in my bag somewhere should I decide to use it, but I’d decided to leave it free for now. Sarah and Mandy had disapproved, but young Suzy was on my side of the fence. We were both fascinated by his cock and the power we exercised over the pathetic twitching thing!

Unlike most male organs, this one was no shrinking violet when not used and retained a sizeable proportion of its erect size even in a flaccid state. ‘Two for the price of one for us to play with and control,” Suzy had giggled. ‘Big boy and his not so little friend downstairs!’ I had a strong suspicion that when I was not around, a certain someone else was amusing herself when she was grooming and cleaning out his stall!

“Heya, is someone pleased to see you or just getting randy then?” speak of the devil, and Suzy entered the stall to do her evening check with me. “Shall I run and get some ice cubes again?” she giggled.

“Nope,” I tapped it with a finger, “Let it stand proud for us; come tomorrow, I doubt it will be so keen to do so once I acquaint it with the flap of a riding crop!” We both snickered at the look in its eyes as I spoke. Oh yes, my stallion understood my language well, not that it mattered. Was that a bonus or not? I wasn’t sure, and again, did it matter?

Suzy quickly did her inspection, satisfying herself that the stallion wouldn’t be going AWOL during the night. I decided that for now, I wasn’t going to be as cruel as Sally, and the beast could have enough slack to curl up in the straw like the animal it was now. All the better for me if he was fresh or relatively fresh and wide awake when I started a little attitude adjustment therapy. By this time tomorrow night, it might be interesting to see if that big stallion cock was still eager to respond to my gentle touch after being severely touched in other ways!!

Suzy took a quick last look around and then disappeared. I gave my stallion a couple of gentle slow wanks, delighting in how the silly thing twitched desperately under my teasing fingers. I wondered when Goldie had last emptied his balls, presumably but not necessarily into his gorgeous wife. He looked like the sort who’d probably kept one or more mistresses and girlfriends on the side. When had he last wanked himself off come to that? Probably not for a long time, I decided, but again it didn’t matter. This twitchy thing in my hand belonged to me now, and just because I was of a mind to let it live uncaged and free, so to speak, at least in the short term, there would be strict limits on that freedom!

I grinned as I heard Suzy muttering to herself next door as she busied herself with Candyfloss, the aged mare she’d inherited from her aunt. That had been a fine-looking animal once, still acceptable, but her best years were now well behind her. Candyfloss, I guessed, must be in her late forties at least, maybe even early to mid-fifties and running to fat despite a pony diet and an exceptionally punishing corset. I’d asked Suzy how her pony could even breathe wearing it. ‘Practice’ had been the answer with a wink and a wicked chuckle!

Suzy, I noted, had looked rather thoughtfully at the two empty stalls earlier, and  I’d recalled what she’d once mentioned regarding her desire to own a ponyboy. Sarah had told me that the girl used to be the first one dressed and ready to start the morning feeding and grooming session, and then the other girls had complained. ‘Used to operate a simple first-come, first-served sort of system. I just thought she was keen’ Sarah had laughed. ‘Then the other girls complained that Suzy always made straight for Bob’s young colts, they never got a look in, so I had to introduce a rota system!’

I heard another palm smacking hard against pony flesh and wondered how much ‘extra’ exercise Candyfloss would get during her stay. A mental image popped into my mind of Suzy amusing herself by flicking my stallion’s big cock from side to side when I first saw the beast. On reflection, Bob and Mandy had probably chosen the right girl to help me with the brute. Pity the poor ponyboy that falls into her hands!

I allowed my hand to run lightly over those tight golden curls on the stallion's chest and then down and around the waist of his tight waspie corset, feeling that deliciously sensual shiver ripple through me once more. My God, helpless, absolutely helpless and mine, all fucking mine! I gave another anticipatory shiver, thinking Sally better damn well be feeling likewise, tired or not!

Although I doubted she’d need any help, I popped in to see Candyfloss to fulfil Sarah’s nightly mandate. I hadn’t seen much of this particular pony during my recent visit mainly because it belonged to Suzy, and the girl was evidently bored with her and left her stalled. After all, Mandy’s stable held younger and more attractive pony flesh. Far fresher, and the new ones were always the most entertaining. That’s what the girls had said, and I could understand why!

Medusa had competition; I thought, at least in tack and harness colour, although Suzy’s animal had undoubtedly been wearing hers considerably longer. The scuffed and well-worn pink leather was easier on the eye, being neither quite so bright nor quite so shocking as that pristine kit worn by her oversized new stablemate.  

I thought of apples and pears, more like sweet apple and giant turnip, comparing the two mares. Not counting the widely contrasting physical appearance between the two animals, the other substantial difference that hit you was the acres of relatively unsullied flesh Medusa displayed compared to Candyfloss. Almost every visible square inch of flesh from the creature’s posture collar down was covered in marks and scar tissue, the visual evidence of a decade and more of savage beatings. Young Suzy, no doubt carrying on where her aunt had left off!

Attitude and spirit were another significant difference. Sally would have her hands full, whereas Candyfloss had long since succumbed to dumb apathy and abject acceptance of her horrible life. Boring was how Suzy had described the beast, and looking at the way the creature stood there, showing less animation than a shop window dummy, I knew what the girl meant as Suzy fussed about her business. Not the slightest flicker of movement, of resistance, of anything! Her eyes had that same lack of anything you’d see in the glass ones of a stuffed animal. She might as well have been stuffed, for there seemed zero life left in her to the point that double-checking her restraints seemed almost pointless!

She wasn’t a bad looking animal for all that, a decent size for a pony with strong looking legs and prominent whip scarred udders. The latter surely a touch too firm and prominent for her age and delightfully bouncy! A little silicon addition somewhere in the past, perhaps? Like a few other ponies, I’d seen in Mandy’s stable, the tattooist's needle had enhanced her features via permanent makeup. It was or had initially been a little on the heavy side but softened and faded slightly with age. 

Tattoos, as I’ve said, do nothing for me in the ordinary sense, more the opposite, and I was heartily grateful that Sally hadn’t desecrated her superbly sexy little body with the damn things. There was something to be said about enhancing a pony’s facial features in such a manner. I made a mental note to discuss it with Suzy at some point.

Candyfloss’s paramount feature was the fountain of pink hair that erupted from a tall cone attached to her head harness. Her scalp was partly shaven bald and tattooed a garish but faded pink, apart from the central area. Fountain was the right word, for it rose a good foot and then flowed downwards to her rump. Sheesh, if it weren’t held captive by that tall pink plastic cone, it would have virtually reached well past her whip scarred rump! Well, almost I’d never seen such long hair on a creature her age!

This was my first time up close to Suzy’s Candyfloss, and I couldn’t resist reaching out and touching that silky pink fountain with one hand while my other automatically found a firm pliant udder to fondle. I heard a giggle next to me as Suzy stood up and grasped her pony’s chin in one hand, turning its face to look at us.

“Not too bad for an old nag, is she? A bit high maintenance, what with having to dye that mane regularly, but worth the effort!”

I nodded. “It's magnificent; when was it last cut?

Suzy laughed and released the pony. “No idea, not while I’ve had the slut. She reached out and grabbed a handful. “Pretty, isn’t it, and you should see it swish about when I take her out for a run!” she paused and giggled again. “Of course, it does tend to obscure the prime targets for my whip but provides no protection whatsoever when it bites!”

“Uh-huh”, I replied, only half-conscious of what she’d said. I was eyeing that hairstyle and the permanent facial makeup and still thinking of my Beauty, perhaps?

There was a scrabbling sound from behind us, and we both turned as Sally’s head slowly appeared over the low door, the tiny woman just managing to get her chin above the top, looking for all the world like a mischievous child peeking in to see her betters.   “I’m done. How about you two laggards?”

We both laughed, and a moment later, the three of us were heading back across the yard, silently contemplating the day to come. As resident host, I ushered my two guests ahead of me into the bright warm kitchen and turned to take one last look back before closing the door. One of those cloudless evenings with the old yard bathed in the pale light from the full moon. Not a breath of wind and nothing stirring, not a sound to be heard.  

The moment was broken by the sound of a light slap from behind me, immediately followed by a squeak and a giggly protest from Suzy. “Now stop that, little miss. Go spank Medusa or our host lady, not me, if you’re feeling horny!”

“But it’s just so tempting!” Sally countered wistfully.

“I couldn’t fault that. Suzy somehow managed to squeeze that cute sexy butt of hers into the tightest of pants. On numerous occasions, I’d stood behind her watching her practised right arm delivering correction to a wayward pony. I’ll be the first to admit that my attention wasn’t always one hundred per cent on what she was doing. She did indeed have a tempting butt! 

Suzy pulled a face at both of us, yawned loudly, opened the fridge, considered for a moment before selecting a few tempting cream-filled goodies and headed for the staircase. “A couple of treats for Fluffy”, she tossed back over her shoulder. 

“You’ll spoil the little bitch and make her fat”, Sally grumbled.

Suzy paused on the third step and looked down at us shaking her head. “Nope, I fed her some scrumptious doggie chunks earlier, the real soggy sort with lots of delicious gravy. No, I merely want the cream out of these, not the cakie stuff, and then I’ll have to think about where best to put it so she can lick it all up….or even out!” her giggles lingered in the air behind her. Sally followed her upstairs, saying something too soft for me to hear, but it produced another fit of Suzy's giggles.

One final glance around before I closed the door, so still and so quiet. I smiled to myself as I shut the night out. How soundproof was my stable now with the doors closed? I wondered, thinking of the cruel and certainly noisy games the three of us would play on the morrow! Once again, another fantastic and wholly unexpected chapter in my life was about to open, and I couldn’t wait for it to begin! What had young Suzy called it? My Ranch, my Pony Ranch!

 Here ends book two of the ‘Pony Reality’ series, and the saga will hopefully continue in book three, ‘Pony Ranch’.