How the Stables Have Turned

How The Stables Have Turned

By Fun2Wear

Chapter 1

Emily took a deep breath to calm herself down. At least that's what she tried to do but found that even that simple task was difficult at the moment. Her mind reeled trying to force her heart rate to decrease but she knew that it was a futile effort. What was the worst part was that she had nobody but herself to blame for her current predicament. It had been her idea after all. She decided that she'd been too overzealous with her desires and was now quite literally being punished for it. How the hell did I get myself into this she wondered. I'm supposed to be on the other side of this situation. Yet despite these thoughts, Emily also felt herself relishing in the moment.

She found herself calming down as she thought back to when she had first told Eric her desires. The effort of trying to focus on a single moment pulled her away from where she currently was. Given her limited senses to distract her, Emily dug deep into her memories to take her back to that exact moment. The moment she had acknowledged out lout to Eric that she wanted to try and become a ponygirl.

Several Months Earlier

Emily reached up to the bridle that Eric was wearing and undid the blindfold on it. She slowly pulled it off, allowing an increasing amount of light to reach his still closed eyes. She knew it would feel very bright as he had been wearing the blindfold for several hours at this point. Eric slowly blinked his eyes open, letting them adjust to the harsh light that was now reaching them. Seeing that he was ok, she took the leather snout and bit off of his bridle allowing him to talk once more.

"How are you feeling?" She asked as she set the pieces of his bridle down on the bench. Eric stood before her nearly towering over her with his height. The hoof boots he was wearing added several inches to him. The summer air had warmed significantly since their first outing and because of this, they had decided to forgo the sheer bodysuit he had worn on previous occasions. Instead, his body was adorned with a leather harness that wrapped around his torso, effectively locking in the under bust corset he wore underneath. A strap went down between his legs and his cock along with his balls had been pulled through the large ring that was attached to the straps. On his backside, the straps held in his tail plug which came out in a 90 degree turn. His arms were snug, yet comfortably trapped within an over the shoulder armbinder. They had done several test sessions and learned that Eric could wear the armbinder nearly indefinitely as compared to the traditional style which went up to his triceps. Topping everything off was the head harness bridle with the feathery plume sticking out of the top.

"I'm feeling really good still." Eric replied to her. "It's definitely warmer today though, I can feel the sweat dripping down my face, and I can't wipe it off without my hands." This was their third outing and each time they went out they had come away with learning something new about both ponyplay and each other's limits or abilities.

Emily hadn't made any other motions to undo any of the rest of Eric's outfit yet. "Good, I'm glad to hear that and I'll also try and make an effort to be sure you're staying hydrated and that I keep the sweat out of your eyes." She worked on his straps as she talked, checking them over for fit and looseness. She got to the strap that his cock was poking through, and she smiled and gave it a squeeze. "And how about this guy, how's he doing?" She asked playfully as she worked her hand up and down his shaft. She immediately felt him start to stiffen and elongate.

"It was definitely different for sure not being caged this time." Eric said with a smile. She noticed that his hips started to work back and forth as she continued to slowly stroke him. He was fully hard by this point. "Mmm, what are you doing?" He asked with a grin.

"Ok, well the sexual aspect may not be the biggest thing for you with ponyplay but I can't help myself but get turned on seeing you giving me all the control by being trussed up in everything. The thought of me in that position as a pony really gets me going." Emily hadn't exactly planned to say that last part, but it was true. While researching ponyplay for Eric she had been drawn into several stories where the typically female character was dressed up as a ponygirl and forced to be a pony.

"Oh really?" Eric asked. She could see that he was trying to pay attention to what she was saying but that she had him very distracted with her slow stroking his fully erect cock. "The..uh..bondage part gets you turned on?" He tried saying.

She smiled and took a step closer toward him and kept stroking between their now touching bodies. With her free hand she slipped it around behind him and underneath his armbinder to where his tail protruded out between the strap. Grabbing the tail near the base of the plug by the strap she blushed and said, "Yes. The thought of being forced to wear something as sexy as all of this and being filled with a tail and made to be a pony sounds...exhilarating." As she said this, she began alternate pushing and pulling on the tail plug so that Eric felt it pushing further into him against his prostate and then back to normal.

Eric felt Emily start to stroke his cock faster. The motion coupled with her body against his as she also worked his butt plug was bringing him to a point of climax quickly. Emily smiled as she watched Eric and then as his breathing was getting heavy, she let go of his cock all together. Eric's eye's shot open as he looked at her in near disbelief. She even felt him move his hips toward her body further, needing the release that she was nearly giving him. Emily laughed and said, "The teasing part is one of the best parts of having control. I know that you would do nearly anything for me right now for me to continue. Wouldn't you?"

Eric laughed a little and Emily sensed there was a little playful nervousness about it. "I would let you do anything; I trust you to take care of me. I seem to recall that being a main goal of yours our first time out." She smiled and caressed a finger up his cock. A drip of precum had formed at the top and she tapped it with her finger and pulled it away. A string formed between her finger and the tip of his cock.

Making eye contact with Eric, Emily took her finger and brought it to her mouth and licked the precum off it and sucked on her finger extra slowly. Eric's cock twitched while he watched her, and she smiled at him. She took her finger out of her mouth and squatted down so she was eye level with his cock and taking it in one of her hands she put the tip into her mouth and slowly worked her tongue over the tip, flicking back and forth. Eric began to stiffen his body and if he hadn't already been up on his toes from the hoof boots he was wearing he was sure that he would have involuntarily leaned up on them. Pausing for a moment she said to him, "You may cum, pony." With this she brought her mouth around his cock once more and within a few seconds she felt him pulse and deposit a warm substance into her mouth.

She slowed down but didn't stop with her hands and her mouth. Eric felt completely spent and his cock was incredibly sensitive in its post orgasm state. Emily knew he would be very sensitive and began to vigorously suck and work her hand once more on his cock. "Ahhhh, ok that's enough!" Eric cried out and tried to lean backwards. He was still hooked to his pony cart however and she had place the brakes on which prevented him from moving backwards much. She kept going. "Ok, ok, ok, please stop!" He squealed.

Emily relented her post orgasm assault on his cock and slowly stood up. Eric was breathing heavily and he noted that Emily had a large smirk on her face. He couldn't remember her stopping to spit his cum out, but he'd been so wrapped up in the moment he couldn't be positive. Emily took her right hand and grabbed Eric's cock once more which was quickly shrinking and said, "What's the matter pony, too much down there? It's too bad you can't orgasm over and over like I can." Grabbing his bridle she pulled his face down into a deep kiss. She was a little surprised Eric didn't fight it since his cock had just exploded into her mouth. He was like putty in her hands though and she could do with him what she wanted.

Eric smiled at her as she released tension from his bridle. He was still breathing hard and she noticed that his legs were shaky. This was likely not helped by the face he was still wearing his hoof boots but she knew he was spent. "You're full of surprises today beautiful." He told her. She tilted her head slightly with a grin and raised one eyebrow ever so slightly. "Between you telling me you want to want to be a ponygirl, a very tightly bound a punished ponygirl after the teasing you were just doing, I might add, and you taking me into your mouth I'm a mix of thoughts right now. Speaking of which, did you actually swallow my...uhh...load?" Eric asked.

Emily blushed at him asking the question and reached up and grabbed his bridle once more, "I guess you'll never know." She then pulled his lips to hers once more and he felt her give him a passionate kiss and flicked her tongue into his mouth. Emily was waiting for Eric to try and pull away but he just let her kiss him as intently as she wanted. Putty in her hands for sure. She felt excited inside at Eric toying with her being a tightly bound ponygirl. She didn't want to push the idea too much though. Eric had been very forthcoming about his desires and roles within ponyplay and it was very clear to her that while he enjoyed the sexual aspect of it, it was definitely secondary. Eric was a very willing pony and wanted to please his rider and reveled in her direction given to him through the reins.

It wasn't that there wasn't any fight in Eric, there was definitely a battle of the wills on their first outing. Emily wished at times though that Eric would put up a physical fight as well so she could give him some corrective smacks with her crop or leave him in some punishing physical positions to punish him a little. Eric was a perfectly tamed pony however, he genuinely wanted to do his best and it made it easy on her as a rider to focus on perfecting little things here or there and not having to worry about breaking him as one would a wild horse. She envisioned herself in Eric's spot and thoroughly enjoyed the idea of being tacked up and him in control. The thought of trying to escape her situation made it all that much more enjoyable and would be a challenge for Eric. This thought brought a smile to her face. If they did go down this path, she would not be easily tamed for him she decided.

Chapter 2

That evening Eric had asked Emily once more about some of the specifics of her and being a ponygirl. Emily had tried shying away, the moment of heated courage seeing Eric tacked up in his gear had passed and now she felt silly for saying it. Eric wasn't about to let her just drop the subject and he poured her a drink. "So, what is it that you're trying to not say?" Eric said to her.

They were sitting together on their love seat in the middle of their living room. Eric, no longer dressed as a pony and having regained the use of his arms, wrapped them around Emily and pulled her tight into him. She sat in between his legs with her back on his chest. He leaned forward and placed his head gently onto the side of hers. She felt the pressure and leaned into him. Giving a gentle sigh she relaxed further into his chest. "Today was fun." She merely said.

He smiled. She really didn't want to talk about this. "You're avoiding my question." He whispered. His mouth was close to her ear and he also wanted to give the impression by whispering that if she had a secret it would be safe between the two of them.

The drink in her hand went up to her mouth and Emily took a large sip. She was nervous. Why should she be? She thought. Eric clearly was into the ponyplay thing, and they had successfully done it on three occasions now. The fear that was there was that her desires were different than what Eric wanted. The fear. That was a good way to describe it she decided. That element of fear of the consequences of messing up as a pony and fighting against being one. At the moment the only consequence she feared was Eric's reaction to her saying anything.

Eric was patient with her. "If you want to tell me anything I'll listen. If you don't want to tell me because your scared or nervous that's ok too. You just let me know in your time ok? I just don't want you having some desire to try something for years and to just keep kicking that can down the road because you think I'll not try and support the idea." He kissed the side of her head softly. She nuzzled into him once more.

Why did he have to be so understanding? He was making this very hard on her to not just come clean. Screw it. She blew out a breath and said, "I want to be a ponygirl but I want it more extreme." There, she said it. She knew that would involve more questions and she wanted to be tactful so as to not make Eric feel like the way he liked to play was incorrect in some way.

He didn't bombard her with questions. In fact, it was more a questioning repeat of what she said. "Extreme, eh?" He was leaving it open for her to share however she wanted or needed to. He was letting her drive her thoughts and the sharing.

She was quiet for a moment and then a little more meekly than she intended to replied, "Yes. I like the stories where the girl is forced into ponyplay and does her best to fight it and escape where she can. I like the fight in those girls and how they are transformed despite their wishes." Her heart was starting to thud in her chest and her pulse picked up. She felt for sure like Eric was feeling her heartbeat through her back and into his chest.

Not sure why it surprised her, but Eric didn't try and defend at all the style of ponyplay that he liked or give any number of reasons why the idea of becoming a ponygirl in such a nonconsensual way was out of the question. He simply whispered to her, "I like those stories too." He then hugged her tightly enveloping her in his arms. "Those are the stories that got me started in liking ponyplay. I always imagined myself being those ponygirls or ponyboys."

She turned to him as best as she could in his arms, "You do? Did, I mean?" She hadn't ever heard him talk about this. She knew that he liked the ponygirl aesthetic better than they typical ponyboy but she had mostly assumed that had been from pictures. It made sense now that he said it. Eric was an avid reader and why wouldn't he have read any ponyplay stories. That was exactly what she had done to help prepare her for their first outing.

"Of course! I didn't read the stories of those sexy harnesses and getting a butt plug tail and think, man if only this character was a man, I would then be able to finally relate." He laughed at this and it broke any remaining tension that Emily had. "What's your favorite story?" He asked her.

She hadn't anticipated the conversation going this way and wasn't prepared with an answer. She had read so many stories that many of them had started to blend together. After some thinking she began to tell him about a specific story where the heroine had been captured and turned into a ponygirl and the different punishments she'd had to endure. She was getting pretty animated with it and realized that she had been rambling about the story. She then asked him about what his favorite was. Eric thought for a moment and then told her about a story involving a village of girls who were more or less bred for racing carts and how it was commonplace in the village.

She smiled at this. Of course, that was the story he liked the best, those ponies wanted to be there to race. It was an honor to pull that cart in those stories and not something humiliating and difficult. Eric asked her to get him a copy of the story she had so he could read it. She did the same regarding the story he had mentioned. "You know, none of my tack is going to fit you. You'll need to get all your own gear." He said to her.

Butterflies appeared in her stomach at the thought. Yes, she wanted to have the fight against becoming a ponygirl but she couldn't help but get excited at the prospect of having her own tack, hoof boots and bridle. "I'm not sure where to start, honestly." She said. "I've never looked for me because it's never really been spoken about out loud. Turning to him once more she said, "I'll have to lean on your expertise in this area."

"How about I get some measurements of your body and then I'll take care of everything." He responded. "After all, you don't actually want to be a ponygirl remember? It wouldn't make any sense for you to be buying gear that you never had intentions of willingly wearing." Emily was a bit disheartened she wouldn't get to do the shopping but it did make sense. "Don't worry, I've got pretty good taste in ponies I think." He added.

Over the following weeks Eric began to slowly pick Emily's brain about what she liked and didn't like. The way he did so however was as coy as possible. He'd make comments about certain parts of the story she had mentioned for him to read and he would gauge her reaction and use that as a baseline for what interested her or did not. He was surprised at how much she enjoyed the "captive who was forced into something" scenarios. This would take some extra devious planning Eric decided.

Chapter 3

Several months later

"Yes sir, I'll get on it right away. No, it's no problem. Yes, I'll have my computer and phone with me and should be able to be reached at any time. Absolutely sir, I'll try and have a good time." Emily hung up the phone call in her car. She was driving home from the office and hadn't made it more than three blocks before her boss had called her.

Working for a local contracting company, Emily was part of their legal department. Her boss was a driven man and demanded that his employees, especially the legal department, was as driven as he was. With the latest contract that was up for grabs however, the only driving being done was her boss driving her crazy. It had come in last minute and he had only brought her in on it the day prior. With very little information to go from but with a promised pay out that would set the company up nicely for the next two quarters financially, Emily had to remain on standby for any questions at any time.

The timing of this couldn't have been more inconvenient she decided. Beth, a longtime friend who lived a few states away had called her up to have a girl's weekend away. No boss, no contract, and no Eric for the whole weekend. It wasn't that she didn't want Eric to come, but the thought of just her and Beth having fun on the town together was thrilling. Eric was busy anyhow; he had to work this weekend and couldn't get the time off.

As Emily pulled into the garage she noticed that the lights in the house were dark. She thought this was odd as there was usually at least a couple of lights on. Being in the legal department, she was required to dress as business professional as possible. Today this had meant a black pencil skirt, a light-colored blouse and on her feet were a pair of high heels that strapped around the ankles. Taking her computer bag and purse she made her way to the house and unlocked the door.

Blackness. There was no light in the house anywhere. Looking around the dark kitchen Emily noticed that the clocks on the microwave and stove were off too. Must have lost power she murmured to herself. The garage still had power though, so maybe it was a circuit breaker or something. Whatever those were. Emily knew enough that there was a box in the basement with black switches that Eric had flipped on occasion to get the power back on. He had shown her how to do this a few months ago.