Pony Renaissance

Chapter 2

Of course, Mandy had said it wasn’t necessary, but I had insisted. I suppose that in my mind, I was still somewhat uncomfortable about the whole business and the apparent ease my dreadful secret had been picked apart by this formidable woman. Anyway, if nothing else, good manners dictated that I should accompany my unexpected visitor down the drive to the entrance gate. 

Formidable was probably not quite the right adjective but then what was? On the one hand, Mrs Amanda Montague-Smythe was friendly, witty, vivacious, extraordinarily charming and possessed an excellent playful sense of humour.  Despite the brevity of our meeting, I found her company quite enchanting, and we seemed to bond immediately.

Poised, elegant and extremely attractive and although she’d admitted her modelling days were long behind her she could still have graced the cover of any top-class fashion magazine with her face and figure. Then, in contrast, there was the other side to her, the frightening, almost inhuman side. The casual way she talked about the human livestock, captive in the stables on her estate. Talked about cruel bondage, floggings, body piercing, branding and even castration. She had covered such topics in my kitchen and later in the stable so casually, almost indifferently just as other people might discuss the weather or the latest episode of their favourite television soap opera. 

When we returned to the stable, I realised that my earlier summation had been correct. Wild animals instinctively possessed that sense of danger, the awareness of a threat yet to materialise, that sense of self-preservation. Interesting that Beauty who’d barely started her journey from woman to beast also seemed to display that same instinct. Maybe it was just as strong in humans just buried a little deeper, but Beauty had somehow known at once which of the two women posed the more significant threat to her.

Mandy wasn’t the one who’d kidnapped her, stripped her, imprisoned her, bound and beaten her, yet she was the one who terrified my fine animal.  Heavens, what were a few hand slaps compared to my cane yet it was Mandy she immediately focused on as we entered not me and backed against the wall of her stall.

“These were a good choice,” Mandy said picking up one of the gleaming black leather hoof boots from its bed of tissue paper. Her slim fingers quickly slid down the zip and plucked out the various packing pieces. They mould beautifully in time, almost a second skin. Personally, I would advise  getting her seen by our vet at some stage, well actually she’s a nurse with some exceptional skills, or I should say was a nurse till they struck her off their little list for being somewhat naughty.”

“What did she do?”

Mandy laughed. “Oh, I ain’t a telling babe,  that’s up to her if she comes here. I use her a lot, we all do, and she earns a damn site more now than she ever did working in some rundown Victorian red brick hospital. The hours, the pay  and the entertaining nature of the work is a hell of a lot better as she will tell you.”

I thought about it; it made sense. “Useful, so I suppose you call on her if one of them gets sick?”

Mandy was getting the other boot ready but burst out laughing. “Sorry, that was a little unfair of me, don’t take this the wrong way but you are a bit naïve, then again you are also still quite new to all this aren’t you?”

“You know I am Mandy”, I snapped back a little sharply.

My guest stopped what she was doing with the boot and turned to face me looking somewhat contrite. “You are right, and that was a bit mean of me, so please forgive me. I didn’t quite intend it to sound like it came out” she gave a rueful smile and added, “I’m not sure that I am making it any better now though. Let me take a deep breath and start again, fair?”

I nodded and grinned. “Okay, pax, shoot.”

“Janet, that’s what she’s called, lovely lass, tends to specialise in, well those minor and in some cases not so minor modifications that owners select to calm, individualise or enhance their ponies. Attending to animals that get hurt or become seriously sick is part of her remit, of course, and a beneficial part when such need arises.”

Enlightenment suddenly dawned, I’d read enough ponygirl books and stories after all. “Piercing, rings and all that other sort of stuff you mean?”

Mandy nodded. “Those are common tasks for her. You can add in the other ‘stuff’ as you put it, branding, minor surgical procedures” she paused to give a short laugh. “Minor to her but positively not to the colts and stallions on the other end of certain removal procedures. Total body depletion is another of her specialities; she somehow gained access to a special and highly illegal chemical concoction that one of the major cosmetic companies was experimenting with before they dropped it. Nasty stuff, burns the roots away permanently, a very much at your own risk product. Takes a week minimum and the animal under treatment needs constant supervision from her because of the pain and potential side effects.”

I blanched. “Sounds scary!” 

Mandy had returned her attention to the boots and was busy with a little gold-coloured hexagonal key, twiddling it round fiddling with the removable toecaps and answered without looking up. 

“Yeah, apparently the developer's research hit a dead end because of the effects, so they ditched it. You can lose big time if the pony reacts badly, only one solution if it does burn up bad, they either recover quickly from the treatment, or they don’t. If they don’t well, there is only one thing you can do, and you might as well get Janet to do it while she’s still on site.  There are limits to being cruel after all!”

I was silent for a long moment as I digested the implications. “You aren’t joking, are you?”

Mandy raised her head and looked me straight in the eyes and slowly shook her head. There was no hint of humour in her expression, and her mouth tightened a little then she put the boot she was holding down and folded her arms. She sighed and gave a slight nod in the direction of the stables sole resident without taking her serious eyes from mine.

“Joking! Hardly? A little late for your conscience to kick in though is it not? Not only have you taken the first steps, but judging from that animals bruised backside, the first mile or so of a journey down a very dark road. How far you travel is up to you, but there is no turning back, not now, not ever! How far you go and how dark the journey is, as I said, entirely up to you!”

“How far have you travelled,” I asked her after another moment of silence, an awkward pause that seemed to last for ages but was no more than a few seconds.

“Far enough” she admitted then suddenly smiled. “I will also admit to taking the odd peek to see what lies ahead now and then. If it helps to put your mind at rest, I am aware of only two occasions where the application of Janet’s greasy toxic mixture has resulted in that unfortunate consequence. True there are also a few that…well let’s call them ‘piebald’ hairless animals around, but they can look quite entertaining to the eye. A certain lasting rawness on such portions of exposed pony hide can even be a bonus!”

She picked the boot up again and continued, “I know one owner with a splendid two-two stallion. Prior to the treatment, the animals' behaviour was somewhat rebellious. Now she tells me the lightest flick of her whip upon such sensitive patches encourages the beast to respond in a manner that otherwise previously took several hard blows to its rump” She broke off and laughed. “I wonder if there could be a market for a solution of ‘rump sensitiser’? ”

I must have still looked a little doubtful. 

Mandy sighed again and shook her head slowly. “So, kidnapping, imprisoning, non-consensual bondage, whippings, branding, piercing, sexual assault and so forth, no problem! Something humane for a miserable creature facing perpetual agony you have a problem with, Honey?” 

“Sorry”, I gave a rueful little smile, “I am a bit silly, that depilation process though does sound very painful?”

“No pain, no gain as they say. Personally, I have not yet used it, mainly because I am loath to risk losing a valuable animal, but I must admit that I have not entirely dismissed the idea. Shaving, strips and defoliating cream can be so damn tedious!”

Mandy quickly glanced at her watch again then picked up the other boot and nodded towards my discarded riding crop. “You might want to bring that persuader along…unless I’ve made you change your mind and you want me to drive her to the nearest bus stop perhaps?” her eyebrows rose questioningly, but the corners of her mouth twitched in silent mirth.

I returned the grin as I picked up the crop and deliberately gave her a very gentle tap on the nose with the flap. “As if, baby. Lead on!”

Predictably Beauty who’d been intently watching us reacted the moment we entered the stall, but of course, her restraints negated such foolish actions. As I had expected, she backed away into a corner making little frightened whimpering noises behind her bit while wide staring eyes flicked from me to Mandy, to the boots she was holding, and back again. I tried to give her a smile that was part reassuring and part pure evil devilry.  Undoubtedly from the terrified look in her eyes, I failed on the first part!

*****

I received a more formal introduction from Mandy to her husband, Robert, down by the gate. He was one of those men who though short in stature had an immediate aura of boundless energy about him that made him seem far more prominent.  A sense of imposing presence that would have been overwhelming had he been much taller. He beamed a big grin at me and bowed taking my hand and kissing it like some old fashioned courtier. However, Mandy, standing behind him somewhat spoiled the magic of the moment by winking and pulling a funny face at me!

“Charmed my dear, charmed, absolutely and utterly charmed. Welcome to our delightful little circle of the dissolute, the degenerate and the depraved” he glanced sideways at his wife his eyes sparkling with mischievous glee. “High time we added a bit of youthful glamour to our ranks, woefully short, alas we have far too many age….”

“Don’t even think of going there, darling” Mandy interrupted with false sweetness, “let alone say anything I might make you might regret later!”

“Not quite so youthful these days” I admitted ruefully, and no one has ever described  me as glamorous, not even me!”

“Tch, my dear, you do yourself down quite without valid reason!”

Any further conversation was cut short by his impatient wife, grabbing him firmly by the arm and propelling him towards the driver's side of the van and opening the door.

“In you get Sir Galahad, we need to get home, and this fair maiden has important things to do, you can play Prince Charming to your heart's content some other time.” She slammed the door shut and raised her eyebrows to me in a gesture of mock exasperation before hurrying around to the passenger side.

As the engine started, her window slid down, so I moved towards the beckoning finger. “Now, don’t forget my invitation. You have my number and call me if you have any questions or problems, we have excellent contacts. Please do keep in touch. I’ll call you anyway in a couple of days.”

“Thanks, I will” I raised my hand to wave as the vehicle slowly started moving forward. The half raised window suddenly slid down completely, and Mandy’s blonde head reappeared even as her husband accelerated. 

“Don’t forget” she shouted back “Security, security and more security!”

I grinned and waved again watching until the rather grubby van disappeared around a bend in the road, then hastily looked around to see if anyone had heard her bellowing about security at the top of her voice! Not a soul in sight, indeed I would have been surprised had there been.  Food for thought, though. 

Mandy had given me her contact at the security company they used. I would give them a ring tomorrow and have a little chat. Then again, how much did they know about her perverse ‘interests’ and captive pets? Mandy hadn’t been very specific. Better perhaps to have a thorough chat with Mandy first, I decided before doing anything that might subsequently prove problematic all round!

I turned and walked back to my house deep in thought. Mandy’s brief visit already seemed almost surreal, likewise with everything she had recently told me about herself and the unusual world she and her husband inhabited. Unique and yet seemingly perfectly normal to them! It sounded like life on a different planet, or was it? It appeared that I was now orbiting that same exotic body preparatory to landing! No, my Eagle had landed hadn’t it, but I’d barely started exploring this exciting new world, a world whose fleetingly glimpsed vista’s now promised so much.

Mandy’ offers of help had been more than generous, but did I need it? Expert help for she was obviously far more advanced in all the essential practicalities of human equine ownership. Likewise, it now seemed that there was a whole group of similar sadists out there I could learn from, but the question was a simple one, did I want to accept?  

Months ago I had sometimes idly wondered if such a collection of deviants could genuinely exist in the legalised, big brother, media intense world of today.   A part of me still shied away from such contact, I was way too new to all this…this criminal perversion and already swimming in water deeper than I could ever have envisaged other than in my wildest fantasy. Swimming, hell, I was barely treading water as yet! 

Water that had abruptly turned to ice, thin ice at that and ice that had just been well and truly shattered! I realised that a part of me was still in shock, cold shock! Mandy’s visit had been so unexpected and left me feeling vulnerable and more than a little frightened. No, not so much scared as apprehensive. Perhaps, I thought, perhaps it was for the best. There were bound to be problems, complications, maybe medical ones, situations that I would be unable to deal with on my own but now, now with….

My thoughts became somewhat chaotic at that point. I stopped my slow walk to turn and look back down the path to a vehicle no longer there. To pause, to think for a moment, try to clear my mind a little. Spilt milk, no point in crying I told myself. The milk was spilt, the cat was out of the fucking proverbial bag or perhaps more aptly the stable door had been opened wide, and the pony bolted.

Not true though, my stable door was still securely locked (must change the damn keypad number I remembered guiltily!). Inside my harnessed Beauty was chained to the wall and only recently shod in boots that she could barely stand upright in let alone run away! Mandy’s sudden arrival was likely to prove beneficial and highly useful in the long term. Likewise very entertaining and undoubtedly exciting to a fledgeling pervert if even a half of what she had told me was true. Her offer, though?

There were other factors to consider, as well. Embarrassment was one and my naivety another. I had always been an acutely, self-conscious person. While the prospect of brutalising Beauty in the privacy of my stable building did not bother me in the least, the thought of doing so with an audience disturbed me considerably. It was not a prospect my fragile sense of equanimity could comfortably contemplate. 

Likewise, I had no wish to appear the completely raw, inexperienced fool. What if some of Mandy’s other associates happened to show up at her place, unannounced, just like she had done! If I was going to make mistakes training my animal and being me, I knew I would; I could almost guarantee that!  Doing so in private with only a ‘captive audience’ literally, in this case, one who’s opinion as the recipient was irrelevant, was by far the better option. 

By the time I had resumed my slow trek up to the farm buildings, I had made up my mind. Kind and well-meaning as my unexpected visitor’s offer was by the time I reached the untidy farmyard, I’d reached my decision. Yes, I could take up the generous offer Mandy had made as we’d fitted Beauty with her new hooves, borrow one of her ‘discrete horseboxes’, pack a bag and take my ponygirl over to her estate and stable her there for a few weeks.

I had no doubt whatsoever that I would enjoy excellent hospitality at her house and estate, Beauty, of course, considerably less! A little vacation where we could both ‘benefit’ in vastly different ways from our host's unique experience and facilities. The idea was undoubtedly interesting, and my curiosity well whetted from some of the things she had told me. Sixteen fucking captive ponies!

To answer that question, though. Did I want her help? Yes and no, more no than yes as far as Beauty was concerned for the immediate future. Yes, I would be happy perhaps in time to meet people with similar interests, to learn, to see other ponies. Yes, I would love that, I could think of a dozen, nay three dozen questions I already had, but for now, for my Beauty?

No, definitely no and thrice no again I decided. Beauty was mine and mine alone. I realised somewhat belatedly that I even felt a touch of resentment that Mandy had handled her and slapped her, slipped her fingers into those intimate parts that now belonged exclusively to me.  I was the one who had planned, scouted and caught the beast and I would be the one to break and train it.  Mistakes would undoubtedly be made but only in private, and the pony would never tell on me, would it? Not that such mattered one iota!

Damn it! Mandy’s subliminal authority might have frightened her more than I did, but that would fucking well change and change pretty damn quick I resolved sub-consciously quickening my pace over the final stretch, my fingers already twitching.

Among the many and varied ‘nasty toys’ I had purchased were a couple of thick, yet flexible, lengthy bamboo canes. The cane was a fearsome yet straight forward instrument of torture and remarkable painful. I’d experimented on myself a couple of times but never to any great extent. A few relatively mild, clumsy swipes over one shoulder aimed at my bottom had convinced me as to its effectiveness as a vicious instrument of pain! That was with thinner, less substantial ones as well!

The stable cane! How many times had I read those words in ponygirl books and stories? That simple yet terrible implement of discipline, the enforcer of mindless unquestioning obedience, the ‘Sword of Damocles’ threat that hung over every captive pony! The stable cane, even as I thought about it, those words gave me a distinct thrill, and my fingers twitched even more.

I looked at my watch,  tomorrow I would formally introduce my PG to its vicious bamboo bite. Mandy and her casual slapping hands and probing fingers would be but a distant memory for my Beauty by this time tomorrow, but my stable cane would not be nor the one who had used it so cruelly upon her. The one who would use it again and again and again…..!

My body gave an involuntary shudder for that train of thought suddenly made me feel as randy as hell, and my pussy juices responded likewise. Heck, why the hell had I been so silly earlier when Mandy had told me a few things that I’d found a little disturbing. Did I honestly give a fuck what happened to these animals? Was I that shocked in retrospect, no! They had, but one function in life and that was to serve their respective owners with absolute unthinking obedience. The fact that they had far less freedom than, say a battery farmed chicken was immaterial. That unlike those wretched captive fowls, they would fully realise the horror of their new lives wasn’t! 

That fundamental difference afforded a significant part of the fun for the likes of me, and Mandy didn’t it? The growing sensation in my crotch confirmed the answer to that question, and my hand automatically reached downwards before I caught myself. Hellfire, Fluffy puppy! A soft wet pink tongue awaited my lustful pussy did it not? I now had a readily available solution for such hunger, and as a bonus, perhaps an appetiser, would a little more corrective encouragement be needed. Shit, why should I care, a dusting with the paddle wouldn’t add too much to damage already done. Heaven awaited!

*****

The morning was warming up, not too hot as yet, one of those bright fine days where a complete absence of wind always made the temperature seem higher than it was. A good day to be outside enjoying some fresh air with the bonus of adding to the tan. Fine for me but of course if the weather forecast were correct,  far less so for my big beautiful ponygirl who’s white body would not enjoy the breathless heat as the day wore on unlike her owner. 

I will admit to feeling a teeny bit guilty as I cast a glanced toward my labouring ponygirl while smearing copious quantities of sunblock over myself. Beauty’s hide, I’d decided would forego such luxury. Sun, storm, sleet and snow, my captive might as well start getting acclimatised to yet another facet of its ‘animal’ life! 

There was a patch of flat waste ground conveniently adjacent to the stable, partly fenced in on two sides. I was thinking of converting it into a small coral, somewhere to leave Beauty to enjoy some fresh air on nice days instead of the stuffy stable fug. Conversely to harden her up a little on damp days!  It would also allow her a tiny modicum of freedom to stretch her legs (suitably hobbled of course)  while I was otherwise occupied. Need to get another camera fixed up though and make one hundred per cent sure there was no way she could work whatever latch I used. Even hobbled I knew that if I was inside say on my PC, that I tended to get too engrossed in things, the animal might have enough time to shuffle along down to the road!

A wicked thought struck me. Now that would be fun, wouldn’t it? Ultra cruel but amusing, for me anyway! Suppose I ‘accidentally’ left the gate unlatched or even slightly open one fine day, let the silly beast desperately shuffle along as best her hobbles let her as she fled to freedom, let her get… I paused thoughtfully, hmmm, how far? Let her get a brief glimpse of the gate and public road; perhaps, let her have that brief moment of exultation, then pounce!  I smiled grimly to myself and the beating I’d give her afterwards! 

I could feel the heat of the sun on my cheek already. I’d keep an eye on her today of course, but a touch of the sun would not hurt her. In any case, a little sunburn would make her pony hide so much more receptive to those little encouragements I so delighted in applying!  Life was undoubtedly tough for a ponygirl, and I was only beginning to realise just how tough. As for poor Beauty, I suspected her relative acquiescence of late probably owed as much to ongoing shock as my merciless whip and cane!

Contrasts, that was a word that often came into my head. Here I was taking my ease reclining on the garish but surprisingly comfortable cushions of a cheap plastic lounger, low table from the same budget garden furniture set conveniently to hand. A half-filled pitcher of chilled orange juice plus an empty plate with a few stray crumbs being the only remainder of the two fresh butter croissants upon which I had breakfasted. Propped conveniently to hand was a long carriage whip, the handle very light made up of a long black carbon fibre rod mounting a length of leather lash with a knotted split leather tip. 

Another recent expensive purchase. I’d picked that wicked baby up personally from a local specialist  Equestrian shop along with a few other items. It was light enough to wield effortlessly with one hand, sufficiently flexible so that minimum effort produced maximum effect and long enough to deliver a painful kiss to Beauty without my having to leave the comfortable recliner. Lazy, I know, but then I wasn’t the one who needed to exercise!

The girl who’d served me had seemed somewhat concerned when I enthusiastically gave it a few over-vigorous experimental flicks. ‘Careful, no need to use it hard, just a very light gentle flick of your wrist madam will ensure the tip provides sufficient encouragement for the laziest horse. Anything else will be very painful for the animal.’

Good job she could not see me now I thought as I reached out and then with a quick flick of the wrist that wicked leather tip left a fresh livid red mark on Beauties bouncing right udder. The helpful shop assistant had been quite right. A mere flick brought an instant response, but my flicks were neither light nor gentle! 

That sound of leather briefly kissing soft tender flesh was so delightful to my ear; likewise, the accompanying agonised squeal. I already knew that I would never tire of those complimentary sounds, and the practical necessity of rationing myself was becoming a significant irritation!

Apart from that anguished squeal, the only other sounds to be heard were heavy breathing and her rhythmic clumping footfalls.  My Beauty was learning for no words had emerged from between those luscious panting lips of hers. The animal knew that if she wanted these precious moments to last when I slackened the ever-present bit in her mouth, she needed to curb any tendency to talk. Just one intelligible word, even one single unintelligible word uttered spontaneously would bring forth both a tightened bit and instant painful retribution!

It was what, eighteen, yes, eighteen full days now since I had waved goodby to Mandy and her husband at the gate. Eighteen long and exceedingly painful days for my animal as that fearsome cane I’d hung so prominently by the entrance to her stall had commenced its unending task. Just under three weeks of instilling obedience, I felt quite proud of myself. I was even proud of my Beauty although I recognised that her supposed acquiescence as yet was scarcely surface deep and that rebellion smouldered but a wafer thickness away. Pain and the cane had temporarily subdued the wild beast, but I knew this period of initial shock would not last.  Inexperienced I might be but stupid I was not!

I waited a couple of seconds whip poised at the ready should further incentive be required, but Beauty had perked up immediately as the leather tip of my motivator kissed that oh so tender bruised flesh. I replaced the whip, lay back against the slanted backrest of my recliner and reached for a tall glass of juice; this training business was thirsty work.

Day numero nineteen then since my unexpected caller had scared the shit out of me! I had since spoken to Mandy twice over the phone, and she didn’t seem the least bit put out by the decision I’d made to keep my ponygirls training entirely to myself. I’d even apologised for my selfishness. An unnecessary apology as it turned out.

Mandy had thought that very funny and assured me that she fully understood where I was coming from, even admitting that she so regretted that her first few pony’s both male and female had been acquired fully trained. ‘I feel quite jealous that you will get to experience something I never did, don’t fret yourself about it, Honey. Enjoy, but make damn sure that splendid animal of yours does not!’ she’d finished with a wicked laugh.

I did take the opportunity to ask a few questions and avail myself of some of her experience in this unique field. ‘No, no, no, absolutely no, dear!’ That had been her horrified response when I casually mentioned my ongoing indecision as to keeping Beauty’s thick wiry bush of pubic hair as eye candy on my animal. Its texture sort of fascinated me when I stroked it.  ‘No, no, no, you must shave her at once and keep her shaved. I disagree entirely, every owner I know would, hair down there does not make her more of an animal, far from it! 

If she is not going to be a show animal, then you can leave her armpit, legs as hairy as you like, strangely some ponies seem to hate that almost as much as being bald down below. Well perhaps that is a bit of an exaggeration, I loath all such hair both personally and on my beautiful ponies of course!’. 

‘Anyway’, Mandy had continued. ‘Basic hygiene aside, you will need full access to that animal's cunt for a variety of things. As far as your ‘eye candy’ goes then a far better treat for the eyes is to see a shaven glistening damp mons tightly split by a leather crotch strap. Additions of a penetrative nature behind the strap are of course optional extras both in shape and size’ she had added with another laugh.

That had reminded me of something else that I’d read about in a recent kindle purchase about racing ponygirls. The first time I had come across any mention of the cruel act despite the extensive library of ponygirl literature I had accumulated.  ‘Labia!’ I had abruptly exclaimed a trifle loud as the thought occurred to me. 

There was startled silence followed by a short chuckle at the other end of the line. ‘Now, was that a cough, a funny hiccup, a eureka moment or something else entirely one wonders?’ asked the cultured amused voice.

I ignored her sardonic schoolgirl humour. ‘No you silly woman, I was reading a new Kindle book last night about ponygirl racing. One of the techniques they used to encourage them to get that extra spurt out of them down the final stretch was to methodically ‘tenderise’ the ponygirls beauty lips! They caned them and then rubbed a burning cream in to make them swell up and sensitise them’.

‘Ah, now I am with you. Yes, that is an advanced technique among some of us who own racing stock, the ultimate booster switch as it were. A couple of flicks with the tip of your whip upon those swollen sex lips can work wonders upon a flagging pony nearing the finish line. The beasts will always produce that extra boost, anything to avoid further touches of the whip upon such intimate swollen sensitive flesh!

I also use the same technique on my dressage ponies but for a different reason. One can pick up useful extra marks if done right, and they look so deliciously appealing both to my and the judge's eye.  It's also a helpful aid toward encouraging the more recalcitrant or stupider beasts to greater effort and concentration during their training!

I am sure that by now you have discovered for yourself that the more sensitive a particular spot is then, the more responsive the pony becomes when you apply pain to that area. When you visit, I will give you a practical demonstration, one of those things that it might be better for me to show you rather than for you to experiment on your own. Sensitive flesh and all that. Not an area where you want to make costly mistakes, dear! Take your time the animal’s not going anywhere is it so no need to rush, better to exercise a little restraint than make a silly mistake. You wouldn’t want to have to go through the tedious business of acquiring a replacement after all!’

An intense involuntary shiver of excitement had rippled through me at that point, making me go weak at the knees. Consequently, I missed most of what Mandy said next, something about using ponyboys ball sacs in the same way – those that still had them! 

I had taken her advice and shaved Beauty within the hour. Once again, my makeshift bondage bench came into play but with her face up and legs over the padded arm, splayed wide to provide me with easy access for what proved to be a thoroughly amusing task given the way she reacted to scissors and razor! 

As befitted, her infinitely greater experience Mandy had been entirely correct. My Beauty presented a far more alluring and tempting sight once shorn of her protective bush to the extent that I felt quite silly in not exercising my razor much earlier. I then naturally spent the next hour or so exploring this delicious new territory with fingers and my little pink buzzing vibrator plus of course delivering a couple of swats with the tip of a riding crop out of sheer devilry!

Mmmm that reminded me, I was due to give Mandy another call. I had compromised with a promise to drive over to her place for the day. Arrive at about ten, take brunch with her and Bob, Robert rather! Tour the estate, tea and home in time to feed my pets. I was looking forward to it. Pick a nice day she’d said so we can enjoy ourselves outside. 

I was growing conscious of my need to consult with someone with greater experience. I  was determined to transform my creature from person to pony, but at the same time, I didn’t want to crush the animals strong spirit. That would be the challenge, to train it to think and behave like the animal I intended and yet not end up owning some sad, apathetic defeated creature with every ounce of character beaten out of it.  It would take time I knew, but time I had in abundance, and with a little expert advice, entirely possible, I believed. How would I find Mandy’s pony’s, I wondered, and my growing curiosity needed to be satisfied.

Today would have been good I thought closing one eye and half squinting up into the clear blue sky. Maybe another day this week, I was about to reach for my cell phone to check the weather app when a series of squeals and a very un-pony like naughty expletive sounded to my left. 

Beauty had stumbled and had desperately tried to regain her footing, recover her hoofs perhaps more aptly. Failed and shot backwards off the electric walker. Stupid, clumsy creature. It was by no means the first time she’d had that problem even though my improvised ‘pony walker’ was not set particularly fast. A part of me could even sympathise with her a little,  trying to scramble up when you had no arms to help or balance you, and the ground insisted on moving was not easy. However,  the ungainly beast had to learn to walk on its own two expensive hoofs, and I had both the time and incentives to ensure it would! I stretched out a hand for the whip.

A couple of light, encouraging flicks and then she was soon back in position frantically ‘high stepping’ as though her life depended on it. An interesting expression I idly mused as I settled back upon my cushions. Her life did depend upon me, and what would happen if  I ever got well and truly pissed off with her? Food for thought!

I watched her until she settled back into a rhythm. I was tempted to add another couple of flicks to her hide but restrained myself. Her bouncing right udder was swollen and mottled with a variety of welts, marks and bruises. Her left, I knew looked no better. 

I’d given her the latest on her right flank and buttock, light, as they were the devastation my stable cane had wrought upon her rump, meant they were possibly even more effective than my ‘tit flicks’. Oh gawd, just so many tempting targets on the big beast! I was ever conscious, though, of my inexperience and Mandy’s warning,  the last thing I wanted to do was render the animal inoperative. Those udders, I sighed, oh just so tempting the way they jiggled and bounced, my hand strayed toward my crotch yet again, and a  finger rubbed lightly against the target area.

I ran my eye over her taking in the delectable view as she pranced along in the required manner, the delightful wobbles of sweet pony flesh, gleaming black leather set against her pale hide already glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.  The little half grunts she was subconsciously making, half-human, half-animal perhaps? Her legs were endeavouring to maintain the mandatory high stepping routine that my whips and cane had taught her. A ridiculous marching posture yet so pleasing to my eye, the motion also amplifying normal body movement so that everything jiggled and wobbled that bit more, erotically!

I looked up at the sun and gauged its likely movement against our relative positions. We were roughly two-thirds of the way down my weed and rubbish strewn farmyard so no problems with shadows, not until the latter part of the afternoon and by then we would both have had enough for the day. I made a note to fetch more suntan lotion from the house. I didn’t want to arrive at Mandy’s place looking like an overripe tomato, did I!

At least that big lump of expensive exercise kit was finally getting some use I thought taking another sip of juice and looking again at my improvised pony walker. A costly purchase a few years ago, half impulse, half considered and ultimately wholly unused!

Living in London, commuting by tube or occasionally bus, long days in the office, too much fast food, sandwich snack lunches, zero exercises, etc. Blatantly lying to myself that a walk in the park every Sunday morning compensated for the lack of proper exercise. Conveniently forgetting that a mere hour or so’s walking was invariably negated by finishing with Sunday lunch at a convenient Macdonalds. Not the ‘healthy’ menu either!

I was far too self-conscious to take to the streets and parks as a jogger so like many people I’d bought myself one of those ‘fold-up’ running machine and, like so many others I’d spent far too much on the wretched thing. Again, like so many before me, my initial enthusiasm and positive intentions had barely lasted a fortnight before the contraption was folded up, consigned to a dark corner and thence primarily used as a rack for drying semi-damp knickers and tights on.

I’d consoled myself with the thought that it was taking up too much space in my small rented apartment and better kept folded but never quite been able to rid myself of a slight feeling of guilt. Partly because of my laziness and more annoyingly to my mind, because of the cost! A hefty hike in public transport fares had initiated a more practical and cost-effective weight management regime anyway as I opted to arise a little earlier and walk part of the way to work!

Well, to cut to the quick, you now know precisely what bit of apparatus I was utilising as a pony walker. Seemingly in almost every PG book that I had ever read the captive animals spent time tethered to a rotary walker, single or with others as they learned to walk, prance and trot under the threat of a watchful overseers whip.

This device being five feet long when unfolded, very sturdy with a powerful motor and heavy-duty reinforced running track treadmill. I’d gone a bit overboard when I bought it, but now I was glad I had. Beauty’s heavy steel-shod hoofs would soon have torn up a cheaper surface I suspected. 

That was good news. Shit, the work involved if I’d had to remove those so sexy pony boots before each session didn’t bear thinking about! I doubt I would have used it had that been the case. Those boots were now a part of my animal, as much a part of her as the legs constrained within and, on those long legs, they would remain till I felt she needed a new pair.

The walker was improvisation yet again. I was getting pretty good at that, albeit for an evil purpose I grinned to myself. Anyway, the fucking animal was costing me an arm and a leg in top-class harness and gear so a bit of sensible frugality wouldn’t go amiss. I wasn’t a ‘Mandy’ with a considerable estate and probably bottomless pockets to match, I wasn’t a pauper either, but I’d been raised to keep an eye on the pennies! Besides, I had two new pets to think about not just the one I had initially planned to acquire. Plus…

My thoughts were interrupted as Beauty stumbled again but quickly recovered. I eyed my stately ponygirl thoughtfully.  Mmm, I must fix up that date with Mandy and soon. A little part of me was beginning to think long term, every time I entered the stable, those five cluttered empty stalls invariably caught my eye. Not just yet though, no, I had a long way to go with the animal over there first, but later, or sooner even! Was there a case for that?

My, I was getting ambitious, wasn’t I? Greedy and ambitious. Foolish, maybe? However, there was a growing selfish practical need behind my avaricious ambition—a simple mathematical equation based upon pure sadism. There was only so much physical punishment  I could inflict upon my two pets much to my growing frustration. Amount+Degree = Damage! 

Increasing damage equalled frustration. In reality, it was the other way around; there was no limit to what I could inflict upon my two captive creatures. However, I wasn’t that stupid. I had to set myself sensible boundaries. These animals needed time to recover, time that irked me intensely as necessity forced me to suppress my escalating sadistic lust lest I go too far.

It wasn’t just irrational desire either, my two pets would try the patience of a saint at times, and I was no saint! If I bothered to keep a list of their demerits between administering a severe flogging and recovery, well, the list of accumulated penalties if applied, would likely lead to my killing the wretched creatures! I ran an eye over Beauty, I’d probably pushed those limits already in her case, and I knew before the day was out their elasticity would be further stretched by my lack of self-control!

If I weren’t careful, I probably would kill the creature! No, that would be silly, very silly, I must never allow myself to go that far. What had Mandy said about ‘dark roads’? However, and it was a big however, I conceded to myself. No, it was a fucking enormous mega-fucking, giant-sized however! Two punishable hides ok-ish, four hides - good, six, six would be yowser fucking yowser! Six though, shit that would be one hell of a chore to look after let alone acquire.

 

I thought for a moment then took another sip of cold juice and stretched a hand toward the phone then abruptly changed my mind and grabbed at the whip. “You, lazy fucking animal, get those knees up, up, higher, thighs parallel to the ground. Step, step, step, step. Do it properly, or I’ll fetch the stable cane and give your big fat rump a dozen fresh reminders! Step, step, you slothful beast!

Although it was still early in the day, I wasn’t about to stand for any nonsense from the sullen creature. I’d felt for a day or so that she was beginning to backslide a little. I’d initially resolved to train her by example and action, so my words spoken aloud were as much an outlet for my irritation as for her benefit. 

I emphasised the word ‘step’ with a series of whip flicks that genuinely would have horrified that silly shop girl. Two on the flank, two to the rump and the final two on that oh so tempting right udder. The fucking creature would learn unless she wanted a ‘leather mastectomy’ the lazy cunt! Inevitably the renewed crack and smack of the whip brought forth a foolish burst of audible anguish accompanied by a discernible string of foolish angry verbal filth. Stupid creature, I thought we had grasped that basic rule, evidently not. 

Only to be expected at this early stage, I supposed but still! Stupid fucking pony. Limits girl, steady I told myself as I stood up and glared angrily at the beast. “So, still want to protest do you, think you can disobey your owner, still think you have some rights, eh? Just a few little love taps and you want to open your big stupid pony mouth and think you can piss me off with impunity, eh?  Fucking stupid animal! I show a little leniency, and you immediately take advantage, eh? Well, I will teach you otherwise. Time to muzzle that foolish mouth of yours for good, you stupid cunt of a useless pony!”

Better make that call to Mandy straight away I decided a moment later as I wrenched upon a roller buckle cruelly silencing the beast once more. That way we’d both get a day off, and then another thought struck me….sixteen fucking ponies and I remembered the way Mandy has so casually abused Beauty. Yeah, that elegant, rich bitch owed me, so perhaps I could extract my price on one of her ponies hides. Maybe even two!