The Ponygirl County

At the Sawmill Amber had some time to rest. She and the other pony were unlocked from the cart and led to a stanchion. There both were given water and milk. After the feeding they were allowed to kneel and watch the workers unloading their cart. The slaves that escorted her joined in to help them. For the workers it was already the second cart that got unloaded, so they were exhausted but still skilled enough to do it fast and efficiently. As soon as the cart was unloaded the ponies were hitched back to the cart and had to pull it back to the forest. Although the two slaves now sat inside the cart it was way easier to pull than before. During the trip Amber was nervous that she had to pull another load to the sawmill. She was way to exhausted and her bum way to red to accomplish such weighty job. Halfway they met the other cart pulled by Scout. Both Ponies looked miserable doing exactly what Amber was so nervous about. They were both sweating heavily, their whole chest region was covered in salvia that was constantly leaking out of their mouth and their pony boots plus upper legs were covered in dirt and dust. They were the prime examples of a pony in this society and both knew it. They looked disgusting, exhausted and miserable, but also majestic, proud and strong. Having accepted their lives, their duty and their future, both were able to concentrate completely on the task. And the task was not only pulling the heavy cart to the sawmill but being a pony and forgetting about their human nature.

And that is something Amber is not yet able to do. Amber knew her whole life that she was a mere female slave in a male dominated society, but she always tried her best to prevent becoming a pony. This prevented her from being locked in the pony space. She still tried to break free of her destiny and to avert her future, but in her subconscious mind, she knew that it was only a matter of time til the training and constant struggle breaks her and dehumanize her forever.

When Amber finally arrived back at the forest, the day came to an end. The cart was fastly loaded with a lot of smaller sticks and other parts of the tree that could only be used as firewood. Then some slaves also hopped onto the cart, and she was led back to Roberts Farm. This whole process just took around 10 minutes, and she had no time to relax whatsoever.

At the farm she was unhitched from the cart and led to a special part of the farm property. It was an open space between two stall buildings. There was a big cistern collecting the rain from the surrounding buildings. The house slave that led her to this place started to loosen her breast harness and the metal belt at her hips. Both get removed and laid to the side. Next her head harness and blinkers get removed. Moreover, she removes the pony boots and butt plug. For Amber it feels strange to finally stand normally on her feet again. Lastly, she unbinds her hands from behind her back. Having no strength at all in them they just hang down her body. Amber tries to move them and clench her fingers. Slowly she starts to get a small feeling back in them. Meanwhile the slave grabbed a hose and splattered the now nearly completely naked Amber, wearing only the bit in her mouth with the cold rainwater. In pure shock Amber yells in her gag and jumps tortured around. After she was a complete wet mess, the slave approached her with an itchy rag and scrubbed every part of her body. It is a painful procedure, but Amber still feels happy to be freed of most of the filth that got collected on her body. To finish the procedure, she was rinsed again with some water and dried with a towel.

Still naked and barefooted she was led back into her stall. Inside her cabin stands a new piece of equipment, that Amber had never seen before. It looked a little like a triangle with the top on the ground. The other two corners are lifted and stand on a pillar. Matt joins the two slaves and forces Amber to lay on her belly inside the triangle. He removes her bitgag and commands her to bit into some kind of crossbeam that connects both stripes meeting on the top that lies on the ground. This way it is around 40 cm above ground level and Amber must lift her whole chest to bite it. Meanwhile the farm hand grabs her feet and binds them to the end of the triangle high in the air. It forces Amber to bend her knees to 90 degrees and spreads them. The knees get even lifted from the ground to, leaving her whole weight on her hips and belly. Her wrists are bound to the same place as her feet. To support her torso her boobs, get encircled by rope which is than bound next to her face to the same crossbeam she is forced to bite. This way Amber can either support her weight by biting hard into the crossbeam and take some tension from her boobs or let herself hang heavily in her boob harness to relax her jaw a little bit.

“Nearly done dear pony. To clean you completely we need to clean your bowels too. Therefore, I will give you an enema. We will use slightly heated milk that will stay inside your body for the whole night. That’s to soak everything inside and clean you completely.”

That sad he sticks a funnel in her still stretched hole and pours the milk inside her. The milk is just above body temperature, so there is no temperature shock. But It sill feels really strange for Amber. First, she tries to struggle but fastly realizes, that this will only increase the tension on her boobs or jaw. At one point she feels how her belly cramps. The pressure on her belly that supports most of her weight gets more intense every second, but Matt does not seem to stop pouring more milk inside her. Ambers howls in the crossbeam, tears running from her eyes. She tries to shift her weight only a little to lower the pain from her stomach, but same as before she has nowhere to go. Finally, Matt stops pouring more inside her. He removes the funnel, and the house slave immediately presses a butt plug inside her bum. The plug is slightly bigger than her tail plug and is forced inside her with such strength and drive that it hurts incredibly. But the pain drowns in the immense distress that Amber is in right now. Before Matt leaves, he pushes something in her ears, that blocks nearly all sound and blinds her with a blindfold. As every night Amber is alone with her pain, but today excels everything she has ever experienced. 

There was no way for Amber to catch any kind of rest. Every part of her body is in so much pain that she is not able to sleep, even though she is extremely exhausted from the workday. Robbed of nearly all senses she has no feeling for the past time, she is more shocked than relieved when her blindfold finally gets removed. Her ear plugs also got removed. Matt untied her from the triangle thing and led her to the corner. There she as to squad above a little straw hill. He pulls the plug, and she can relief herself. This relief is so gigantic that she nearly cries out of happiness. Her pain felt unbearable, but she managed it and is still here.

As every time after she released herself, Matt cleans her bottom with fresh straw and starts to harness her with her usual gear. The gear was cleaned completely and the leather and belt buckles shine beautifully. The clean outfit does not fit her mind, being totally exhausted and tired Amber has no idea to get through another hard day of labor. When she was in complete pony gear she was brought out of the stall and harnessed to the same cart as yesterday. Not one hundred percent consciousness because of her state of mind she cannot tell if it is the same pony as yesterday.  The whole day went like autopilot. She moved when the reins were flicked, tried harder when she felt the sharp pain of a crop and stopped when told to stop.

Amber does not realize it yet, but this is exactly what the people in this county want from a pony. Not every pony can be a proud leading mane like Scout. These ponies are the exceptions. They never had any other choice than to become a pony, so their mind is settled and they accept and celebrate what they are. But most ponies don’t want to be ponies. For those it was a shock when they got transformed. Their born and lifelong learned obedience prevented them from really fighting it, but in their head they are not accepting it. Therefore, the only way is to break them. Having no instinct of self-preservation left, they are mere puppets that do everything they are told to. The big downside of this technique is that the ponies sometimes get mad, they will break out and losing it all, being a thread for other ponies and their handler. So, you must keep a slim balance and offer them some nice gestures from time to time.

Later that day Amber was back at her stable, not being able to tell what really happened.  Again she was in bondage but this time it was just “light” bondage. Being able to sit back at the wall, secured only by her collar, her legs were stretched before her and bound together. This was nearly comfortable, only her but plug pushed inside her. She was once again earplugged and blindfolded, but it made no difference, because she went to sleep nearly immediately. She only awoke after a female awaken her to feed her some kind of paste with rich sweet flavor. Afterwards she was watered and left in peace. But once again lost her feeling for time Amber was not sure if this was her supper or if already a new day started and this was her breakfast. Not really caring she went to sleep right after eating.

When she was awakening the next time, she was released from her bondage and brought back to the area in front of the stables. It was still early, and Amber smelled the morning dew in the air. There she saw the same cart as the days before, so she knew what to expect, another day of hard work and a painful bum.