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Not What I Wanted
By
Stefanie Flowers
CHAPTER 6 - PONY GIRLS
A New Reality
Much to my surprise and consternation, Katy had asked Bob and Andy to
take us to the BDSM club again, only this time not as slaves but as pony
girls. A few days before the much anticipated event Bob and Andy had
dropped off the pony girl outfits that we were to wear and had us sign
release papers. So when the night for our equine adventure arrived we did
not wait for the men to arrive but helped each other into our costumes.
Our outfits were very revealing. First we donned extremely tight latex
body gloves with open crotches and openings through which our boobs
projected. They were very tight and we had to use a lot of talcum powder
to help get them on. Then we dressed in black leather body harnesses with
built in platform bras, tight cinching waist belts and posture collars.
We strapped knee-high fetish boots onto our feet which kept us on tip toe
by forms shaped like a horse's hooves. The boots were even fitted with
real metal horse shoes! I clip-clopped around clumsily, trying to get my
balance and the feel of such strange boots.
"Katy, how come you seem to be enjoying this so much?" I said in casual
conversation. "I thought you only liked being a dominant."
"Well, I love both but with you it's was only natural for me to assume
the dominant role. You are such a natural sissy it would be demeaning for
me not to be the one in control, but with real men I like to be
dominated," she replied.
Her words had floored me. Was I really that much of a sissy? I had never
doubted being a heterosexual male before. Of course, given my situation I
had recently been more and more accepting of my feminine role, but I
longed for a return to normality.
"Why are we doing this. You promised to free me from chastity after last
week's outing and agreed to help me return to normal. You owe it to me,"
I told her.
"Well, it's not as easy as I had thought," she replied. "Andy was right
when he said the chastity belts are permanent. They are virtually
indestructible and we both won't have our sexual freedom until they
release us. At least the vaginal flaps can be unlocked and removed."
"When can I see the transformation Doctor? I want to be Steven once
again."
"Well, I wasn't completely honest about your transformation," admitted
Katy. "You didn't receive reversible plasti-skin attachments as awarded
in the prize. I paid the Doctor to use nanites to change your genetic
structure. You really are a woman forever now. There are no Y chromosomes
left to turn you back into a man."
I was as shocked and distraught as only a real woman can be. I screamed
and yelled at her, cried my eyes out and eventually came to accept that I
was forever stuck as a woman. What a lying devious bitch she was!
"It's not so bad being a woman is it?" she questioned me.
I finally had to admit it seemed quite natural to me now.
"Well, I don't see any need to go ahead with playing a pony," I retorted.
"Please do this for me. It will be so much fun pretending to be ponies.
Afterwards, I'll set you up in your own apartment and, if it's what you
truly want, let you make your own life away from me."
I had heard so many promises from her, so far all of them broken. I
decided it was time to express my thoughts on the pony-girl fiasco.
"Don't you realize what a risk we are taking?" I queried Katy. "Andy and
Bob had far to much fun treating us as real slaves. Once in full pony
gear we will have no freedom unless they decide to release us. Are Andy
and Bob that trustworthy? Is it really worth the risk."
"Don't be such a spoiler Stefanie. I've known them a long time and they
are true friends. No need for worry. I'm so excited at the chance to play
at being a pony-girl."
"Let's just hope that's all it is. Playing!" I retorted.
Getting Fully Kitted Out
We had gotten as far as we could in dressing without help from our
volunteer owners. Their arrival was announced by the doorbell and Katy
excitedly let them in. We both received lots of praise on how we looked.
Andy and Bob sorted out the rest of our costumes laying out leather
harnesses and buckles on the bed while Katy and I each enjoyed a glass of
white wine. Once we had finished our drinks, Bob and Andy completed
dressing us. Our vagina covers were unlocked and removed leaving our sex
fully exposed. Straps from the waist belt were pulled down around each
side of our crotches to be fastened very tightly to the back of the waist
belt. Embarrassingly these pulled our labia's open helping to more
prominently display our sex. I did not like the way things were going but
I had promised Katy to go along without protest. A combined sort of mask
and bridle were then placed over our heads and strapped into place. I did
not like the built in blinkers that restricted my vision but was happy
for the pony mask that would hide my identity at the club. We were told
that pony-girls did not have hands so they were to be kept in place
behind our backs. I felt my hands gently held in position as each wrist
was fastened to the other arms elbow. I did not like the feeling of
vulnerability that this caused, even less so when my already tethered
arms were tightly laced into a leather sheath pulling my arms
uncomfortably even closer together. Now it was too late to change our
minds. We were once again at the total mercy of these two men. I prayed
that we could trust them to be gentlemen.
I was about to protest the tightness of my binding when Andy came over to
me and said, "Don't talk. Ponies don't talk. Quickly now, stick out your
tongue."
Stupidly without thinking why, I complied. Quickly he latched a bit onto
my tongue piercing. I automatically retracted my tongue only to pull the
bit into my mouth. Andy took advantage of this reflex to clip the bit in
place onto rings at each side of my face. The bit had a flat plate that
suppressed my tongue and a hinged upper plate that pushed into the roof
of my mouth. Clearly I would not be saying anything for a while. I also
quickly learnt to obey even the slightest pull on the reins for it caused
the upper plate to push painfully against the roof of my mouth. The only
way to relieve this was to move closer to my handler to slacken the
reins.
At first, Katy had watched my outfitting with curiosity. She gazed at my
distress and discomfort with a total lack of concern. Then it dawned on
her. She too was going to be bitted. Katy tried to resist but eventually
had to open her mouth to breathe when Bob pinched her nose closed. He
grabbed her tongue with a tong and pulled it out enough to pierce her
tongue and fit a bulbous piercing. Fortunately I had already been pierced
weeks ago so my piercing was fully healed. Then Katy too was fitted with
the same design of sadistic bit that I wore. Soon we were both fully
kitted and very compliant ponies; our tails, we were told, would be
attached when we got to the club. Surely Katy must be having second
thoughts by now. Unfortunately it was way too late to back out. The pony
gear was very effective. We could not speak or remove our restraints.
Nothing to do but submit until the adventure was over.
Pony Girl Training
"Ladies, we have a slight change in the plans for tonight," announced
Bob. Oh no, here it comes, I thought. "Instead of the BDSM club we have a
very special treat. We are going to enter you in a real pony-girl show,
only it's next weekend, not tonight. That means we have a week to train
and get you used to behaving like real ponies. We'll show and enter you
into the competitions for prizes. We do so want to win some prizes!. The
barn is out in the country so we need to hurry up and get going. Hope you
don't mind riding in a horse box but looking like that you can hardly
ride up front with us in the cab."
Had Kate come to realize what peril we were now in? A night of role play
had suddenly turned into a week of training. Our fates depended on the
generosity of two men who had us in their complete control. My
experiences from last week did not bode well for us. It was scary being
treated as an animal especially when led out into the street wearing our
pony girl regalia. Any pulling on the reins caused pain in our mouths so
we hurried along as best we could trying to keep slack in the reins. The
neighbors watched in awe as we were loaded into the horse box and
tethered in place for the journey. It seemed to create a festive air for
the neighbors cheered when Andy and Bob slapped our butts to encourage us
to climb up the ramp and be tethered into our stalls. Some how we had
become animals, not human any more. Soon the back door was raised and we
departed on our journey to the farm.
Both Katy and I had a lot to think about as we were transported as ponies
to an unknown destination. It was obvious to me that Katy had been
tricked and I caught in the same trap. I hoped this was just some kind of
joke and that by tomorrow we would be back at Katy's apartment laughing
our heads off. Unfortunately I had this very bad feeling that things were
only going to get worse from here on.
The journey seemed to go on for ever. There was no way to tell time
except by watching the sun go down and the night stars come out. Finally
we arrived at the barn. To call it a barn was an understatement. It had
stalls to accommodate at least twenty pony-girls and a large indoor
riding ring. Many of the stalls were already filled with pony-girls. We
were led off of the trailer directly into a smaller brightly lit barn.
Inside it looked like a blacksmith's workshop replete with hammers, a
forge and an anvil. It also contained some stocks and restraints.
We were tethered in place as Andy and Bob went off to find the smithy. He
was a short old guy with white hair and beard. His skin was weathered and
wrinkled from age but his arms were filled by bulging muscles. Andy and
Bob spoke quietly to him describing what they wanted done. We were too
far away to hear. Eventually they came over to Katy and I to explain that
the remaining parts of our outfit were now going to be installed.
We were led over to the stocks and bent over a waist high horizontal bar
and our necks and ankles trapped in wooden stocks with legs spread wide.
The bulbous end came first, gently kissing my butt cheeks and then
centering on my anus. I felt pressure as it was slowly but ever so surely
pushed into my body. The pain was excruciating but I could only make
unintelligible noises for I was still bitted. The pain then began to
recede as the device more fully entered my colon. My torture was not
however over, for once inserted past a certain point, the device
automatically expanded pulling itself completely into my body. After a
few tugs the smithy said, "There, that's not going anywhere. It's well
and truly in." Satisfied that the device was now impossible to remove the
smithy then took a horse tail and clipped it to the protruding end of the
device.
"Now you look like a real pony," he said while giving my butt a gentle
slap. Whilst fitting out Katy in the same way he went on to say, "Of
course, with these installed you have no control of when to defecate.
You'll go just like a real horse, when nature calls!"
That would be so humiliating, having people see me do it in public. This
whole experience had turned into a nightmare. I was hoping everything had
been fitted, and that our ordeal for the day was over, but not quite.
Each side of our labia's were pierced and ringed as well as the clitoris.
Our nipple piercings were removed only to be replaced by rings equipped
with tinkling bells. It hurt so much I did not know what part of my body
was doing the hurting. Heating of the rings for soldering closed had
cauterized our wounds so there was little in the way of bleeding. Then
the smithy came up to me with a tattoo gun and drew a prancing pony girl
on my butt. There he proceeded to tattoo Katy. After finishing with her
we were then released from the stocks and led into a stall.
Bob and Andy explained to us that this was all pretend but we needed to
look authentic at the show next weekend. We were not real pony-girls for
that would require registration of tattooed id numbers into the official
registry of pony-girls. Somewhat mollified, we were then tethered to
rings on the wall and told to get a good night's sleep for tomorrow our
training would begin early.
The next morning we were awoken at dawn, fed a cereal breakfast from nose
bags and then hosed down using a spray nozzle. Then we were led out of
the stall into an indoor arena. There was no sign of Bob or Andy, only a
young teenage girl wearing jodhpurs and riding boots. Most noticeably she
carried a long thin whip.
"I'm Suzy, your trainer. As yet your owners have not named you so for now
I will call you Clip and you Clop. Its fortunate that you look alike and
have very similar statures. You will make an excellent set of paired
pony-girls. My job is to knock you into shape to be presentable for the
show. By the end of this week you will want nothing more than to please
me. You will learn do everything together instinctively acting as one
animal. By the time I am finished with you, you may not even not even be
able to function alone. But first you need to learn the basics of
walking, trotting, cantering."
Katy and I were each hooked onto a turning carousel. We spent endless
hours walking, trotting, even cantering around in circles, all with waist
high steps that our trainer forced us to make. Then, having learnt the
basics we were hitched together in a yoke, waist to waist, neck to neck
and learnt the gaits all over again this time doing the steps in unison.
We felt small electric shocks from our pony boots that helped to keep our
movements in unison. We also felt more painful shocks telling us when we
were out of synch. Soon we thought of ourselves as one unit, unable to
move except in tandem. Then we began pulling a two wheeled cart,
responding to commands from the reins. It seemed like an eternity but we
had only been pony-girls for just under a week.
"How are they doing?" asked Andy and Bob on Friday morning.
"They have done quite well and should be good for presentation at the
show," said Suzy as she fed Katy and I an apple treat.
Strutting Our Stuff
Once again we were loaded into the horse trailer, not to go home, but to
go to the show. Arriving there, we were unloaded from the trailer and
tethered in place at posts close to an enormous outdoor ring. There were
throngs of people interspersed with women in full pony-girl regalia. How
I envied the single pony girls being led around by their handlers. So
free! Every move that I made was choreographed to match that of Katy's.
By now I had gotten used to being a pony-girl; I just relieved myself
where I stood. We even seemed to do that together most of the time.
Everyone accepted that as normal pony-girl behavior.
After standing for hours on end watching endless dressage competitions it
was our turn to perform. We were led out into the ring and hitched to a
two wheel pony trap. Our handler was Suzy and we had to trot in perfect
unison while navigating numerous obstacles around the course.
We seemed to have done well as Clip and Clop were announced winners of
the competition for novices. Yes, Suzy's name of Clip and Clop had stuck
with us. Bob and Andy stood aside of us as proud owners when the prize
was awarded. We got a rosette pinned to our halters while the owners
received a nice fat check! Disturbingly we continued to be treated as
pony-girls, sugar cubes being offered as rewards for our performance. I
needed the energy, so accepted the sugar despite the humiliation of still
being treated like a real pony. Maybe we had to stay in role until the
show was over.
Andy and Bob led us back into a barn. I had hoped to be released from my
pony-girl paraphernalia. Instead Andy and Bob looked absolutely gleeful
and plotted to make further riches at our expense.
"This changes everything," said Bob.
"Yes, indeed. Instead of releasing Katy and Stefanie we really need to
consider what an asset Clip and Clop have become," said Andy.
"Yes, we should put them up for auction tomorrow. I bet they'll fetch a
good price," agreed Bob.
"Well we need to get them properly tattooed and registered."
"Yes, of course," replied Andy.
No, no, no I thought. They can't do this to us. But yes they could and
did. Bob himself took care of the tattooing, entering the each
registration number on the inside of our bottom lips before filing them
on the registration website. He then faked our signatures to indicate
that our registration was of free will.
"There you are, all done. Now you are true pony-girls," he said
excitedly.
Real Pony Girls
The very next day was auction day. On Sunday, many potential buyers came
and checked us out while we stood tied to a bar. Inspections of our
teeth, feeling our boobs, buttocks and even stroking or rubbing our
labia's seemed to be the norm when verifying a ponies desirability for
purchase. Eventually, it was our turn to enter the auction block. Our
registration numbers were verified and we, as a paired team, were
auctioned off together. The bidding was enthusiastic and, on completion
of the sale, Andy and Bob were well satisfied with their gain. Shaking
hands with the new owner they asked what plans he had for us.
This could not be happening. I was in denial of what had just taken
place.
The reality of our situation was made all too clear as we were led off to
a small barn for a date with the smithy. There our thighs were branded
with the new owners mark of property. My flesh briefly burnt and sizzled
from the red hot branding iron. The pain was intense but soon abated
after an ointment was spread over the hateful mark.
Andy and Bob said farewell to us, sarcastically thanking us for
volunteering to become their ponies. They were ecstatic about how much
money they had made. "It's a shame that we have to lose such hot, sexy
girlfriends but the profit more than makes up for our loss. Don't worry,
your new owner will take very good care of you. He told us off his plans
for you. You'll be fully trained and prepared as a racing team. He
expects you should fetch a high price as paired team of racing pony-
girls."
As if I cared. I wanted out of this nightmare. I thought our fate could
get no worse but then Andy said "You're probably wondering what fully
prepared means. Well, racing ponies often have their arms removed. It
helps them to balance better and run faster. It also helps a pony to
adapt quicker to their new life by coming to fully understand the
permanence of their situation. I suspect that having been ponies for a
while you won't even notice their loss. Bound all day, every day behind
your back, your arms are of no use to you and would eventually atrophy
away. Better to remove the nuisance" he laughed.
Just then our new owner made an appearance, greeting his new fillies by
slapping our backsides.
"Just a minute," he said to Andy and Bob. "I see that these ponies were
only registered yesterday. It is required that we confirm their
willingness to have been registered."
Andy and Bob looked like scared as Katy and I had our bits removed. At
last we could speak and escape from this terrible nightmare.
"No we didn't volunteer. They faked our signatures and tattooed us," we
eagerly testified.
"As I thought," said our savior. "The pony girl association has strict
rules and the penalty for registration violations is quite clear."
Four big stable hands grabbed Andy and Bob by their arms. Their struggles
to escape were useless.
"Your cheating days are now over. Per the rules I claim you as my
property. You will now become ponies to labor on my farm."
They were dragged off in panic all the while claiming their innocence.
"Thank you for saving us," I said to the man.
"Sorry girls, but this does nothing to change your destiny. The rules are
quite clear. Once registered as pony girl, even if done so fraudulently,
always a pony girl. To protect it's members our organization won't
tolerate the risk of public scrutiny. In fact, we'll need to have you
muted to eliminate any chance of your talking."
Shocked into silence by our suddenly dashed hopes of freedom, our bits
were replaced and once again we were hopelessly restrained as ponies.
"Tomorrow you begin your new lives as proper ponies. The vet will snip
your vocal chords and remove those useless appendages tied behind your
back. After several week's recovery you'll return to my stable and start
your training in earnest."
I was in hell, no way to escape or change my fate. My whole body shook in
terror. My only consolation was that no matter what happened to me, Katy,
who had got me into this mess, and even Andy and Bob, would suffer the
same fate too.
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