Roy gazed down at Tigerpet as she leaned over on all fours and ate the last of her cereal from the bowl, her lovely bare rump high and her full breasts almost grazing the floor. Two weeks ago she had come to the ranch as an untidy bar maid. Now she had been transformed into a lovely well-groomed pony girl. He stroked her tail and then gave it a gentle tug to check that it was secure.
How long will this one stay, he wondered. The last pony girl to leave Patrick's ranch had chosen to move on after only a week, the lifestyle just simply didn't suit her. Usually they stayed longer, and it wasn't uncommon for a girl to stay at a ranch for several years. Others, like Quinn, came and never left. She now helped train the pony girls. Rarely seen without her crop, she believed in good strict discipline.
He secured a plume of red feathers to the top of Tigerpet's bridle. Soon she would be presented to her master, Patrick, in a ceremony to be witnessed by many. He wondered how he would feel about seeing 'his Tiger' fucked by another man. Alas, she didn't belong to him; he was merely her trainer.
Roy had begun his career years earlier training real horses. Breaking in the pony girls was far more rewarding than the four-legged variety, but not all together that different. He always maintained you just needed to let them know whose charge. At first He had been reluctant to discipline them, but then he soon realized they all needed to feel the sting of a crop, it was a necessary part of their training.
Time and working outdoors had weathered Roy. His skin had become leathery and tanned, and his arms and shoulders strong and muscular. Despite the fact that he had aged, however, his masculine ruggedness gave him a certain appeal few women could resist.
"Is she ready?" A smooth feminine voice behind him enquired.
Roy inhaled the sweet familiar scent for a moment, before turning to speak to the leather-clad woman behind him. Although no longer in her youth Quinn was still very attractive. Tall and slim with dark hair, no longer trimmed in a mane but pulled back in a knot at the back of her head, her loveliness and confident manner were alluring, and her aloofness a powerful intrigue.
"Yes, already."
"Here you'll need this," she told him, offering him a leather strap.
Roy took it and latched it to Tigerpet's bridle before giving it gentle tug.
Tigerpet nodded her head contentedly, and clawing beside him, followed him into the main arena.
Maybe in the original design of the house this room would have been used as a ballroom. Large, with a dark polished floor, and a spectacular chandelier hanging from the ceiling, that's probably exactly what it had been intended for. Now however, it served as her Master's entertaining area where he and his friends would gather to exhibit their pony girls, and demonstrate their various training techniques.
As Roy led her into the room the sweet smell of leather and sweat met them. Twenty or so men and women sat around on sofas and lounges, each of them with their pony girl or girls tethered close by.
Master Patrick sat on the opposite side of the room, chatting with his friend and neighbor Master Doug. His two pony girls, Silky and Satin, sat either on side of him. Tanned Silky with her smooth platinum mane and tail contrasted nicely with Satin's fair skin, and dark mane and tail. Both wore bridles and saddles of black leather with shiny silver trims.
Roy chuckled as he remembered back to their last visit. Doug had made the mistake of paying too much attention to Silky, stroking her mane, and playing with her nipples. Satin had become jealous and bitten Silky's shoulder. She had tried to bit her again, but their master had stepped in. A couple of sharp slaps to her rump with his crop calmed her down. Now however, he preferred not to chance placing them sided by side.
On the other side sat an attractive and well-dressed woman in her late thirties, Mistress Alana. As always her only pony girl, Lacey knelt close by. To the others it seemed Alana treated her more like a pampered pet than a pony girl. When the food trays were being passed around, the other pony girls would be required to sit quietly and wait to be fed later in the stables. Mistress Alana, however, would cause many an eyebrow to raise when she would hand fed her little Lacey what ever was being offered.
Unlike the other long limbed pony girls, Lacey was petite. Her eyes were big and green, her mane and tail a warm chestnut brown. She had a certain timidness about her, especially around people with whom she was unfamiliar. Ever mindful of this, her mistress would constantly stroke her, and whispered words of reassurance.
Although some did keep pony boys, none were ever-present ceremonies like this. Extra precautions need to be taken with stallions, they tended to be stronger and generally more aggressive, especially around the pony girls. And so it was easier to just not include them.
A hush fell as Roy and Tigerpet entered. A few whispers could be heard as he proudly paraded her around the room, giving each guest an opportunity to view her before leading her into the center of the room. Her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared as she looked curiously at the wooden holding pen that had been set up.
Her left flank itched. She lifted her hand to scratch it, but the lovely silver hoof mitts secured firmly around her wrists restricted her fingers. Glancing up at Roy, she then gently rubbed up against his leg instead. He smiled and leaned down to gently pat her ass.
Broadminded as she was this had still seemed a little odd to her at first, however, over couple of weeks she had been surprised at how naturally she had taken to her new role. Yes, she must always try to do her best, not so much because of what she was being paid, but for Roy, her trainer. She must always try to please him. Good little pony girls got so suck his lovely big cock, and are fucked good and hard. Bad little pony girls got their asses whipped with his nasty crop.
Patrick stepped forward. As always he looked immaculate with his slicked back hair and fresh shirt. His leather chaps had none of the worn look of Roy's. He leaned down to pat Tiger's head, before tracing the side of her face with his fingers; they felt soft and smooth, not at all like her trainer's rough hands.
"You've done a fine job with this one."
"Thank you, it was a pleasure, Sir"
"You may place her in the holding pen now. It's time for her branding."
Branding? She had seen those on the other pony girls, but never in her wildest dreams had it occur that her she might be forced to wear one. Fuck it! She began to panic. I never agreed to that! Now if that bastard thinks he's going to mark me, he better think again.
She reared up, and tired to shout, but the bit in her mouth muffled her protests.
Roy grabbed the strap attached to her bridle and keeping a firm grip, forced her down again.
"Easy girl," he told her, holding the strap with one hand and the top of her saddle with the other. This one had bitten him before and he wasn't about to chance letting her do it again.
Still she resisted, shaking her head so her mane fell down across her face as she tried to pull away. Roy reached over in an attempt to swat her ass with his crop, but she managed to avoid his swing by swerving her body to one side.
Several of those watching grinned and sniggered.
Roy had not planned for it to be that way at all. He forced a little smile; he wasn't about to let his anger show. He would deal with this willful and disobedient filly later. For now he would remain calm and controlled. She would pay later.
"I see you haven't cooled any of this one's fire," Patrick quipped, laughing as he jumped clear.
Just then Mistress Quinn stepped forward.
"It looks like you need a hand here, " she told Roy making not attempt to hid her impatience.
One quick sharp slap of her crop to Tigerpet's ass caused her to jerk forward towards the opening. A second forced her to jump forward and inside the holding pen. Before she was able to move back, she found herself enclosed with her strap tethered so tightly to the bar at the front she could barely move her head.
Angry and frustrated she began to kick back against the wooden gate. The racket startled poor Lacey. Her mistress frowned at Tigerpet then slipped her arms protectively around her precious little pony girl.
"Can't you control that damned pony of yours Patrick? Can't you see she's upsetting my little one?"
Mistress Quinn obviously believed she could do something, and so she did. She slapped Tigerpet's ass twice more, leaving more red and stinging welts on her now tender ass.
Roy shook his head and then stepped forward, stroking her back and mane to calm her down as he whispered words of reassurance.
"Easy girl, it isn't that painful. Besides it's a honor for you to wear your master's initial."
Not convinced she continued to struggle pulling hard on the strap.
Not that painful! How the hell would he know, Tigerpet thought.
Between her muffled protests and kicking she didn't notice what was happening behind her until suddenly she felt a searing pain in her left buttock, as the hot branding iron pressed against her skin. She smelt flesh burning – her flesh! Her whole body convulsed, she let out a loud muffled cry and tears began to well up in her eyes, as Mistress Quinn performed one of her favorite duties.
She had been marked now, branded like an animal.
Her mind began to race. He's got no right to do that no matter how much fucking money he's paying me. And who's going to pick up the cost of having the brand removed later? She wondered. Then something far more devious occurred to her. I can sue him for disfigurement. That bastard's going to pay and pay big!
"There that wasn't so bad now was it?" Roy told her, leaning over the side of the pen and rubbing a soothing ointment into her skin. It felt good, and immediately eased the pain.
Roy stared down at the letter 'P', now glowing on her sweet rump and he began to fantasize. How good it would look with just one extra stroke. Yes, a nice little letter "R' instead.
The gate of the holding pen opened and Tigerpet shook herself and crawled backed out.
"Hold her right there," he told Roy.
Moving around behind her Patrick tapped the inside of her ankles indicting for her to open her legs. Tigerpet however wasn't in a particularly co-operative mood after her branding, and so she ignored him.
