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Reposted by request
Seven Tails
Tail One: More Than The Heavens
(Sarabeth)
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One
Three months. Three whole months. I was getting a little crazy from being alone, even if I didn't prefer the company of most other people. I was far from used to behaving myself for so long. It was time that I did something about this situation.
Three months ago I sold Randy and Amanda at the pony auction. It had been sort of a sad farewell, as they had been my pets, servants, ponies and bed partners for almost four years. They understood my reasoning and agreed to it. But it was still kind of sad to see them bought by a new Owner. I had words with him after the sale and it sounded like they were going to a good home. That did ease my heart a little bit.
Of course the fact that I sold them for close to twice what I had paid for them originally didn't hurt matters either. I'd taken them as a brand new recently indentured couple. Little more than slightly kinky swingers. They had only had a minimal bit of experience and I was their first full time Owner. When I put them back up on the auction block after four years in my household they were sold as a well trained domestic breeding pair. They were both now well-schooled in domestic service and how to entertain and please a Master or Mistress.
Even though he had paid twice what I had for them, their new Master and his wife were getting a bargain. They just didn't know it yet.
What Randy and Amanda didn't know was that I had taken the money I had gotten from their sale and set up a trust fund through one of my attorneys. If they stuck out the lifestyle for five more years the fund would have grown to three quarters of a million dollars. If they decided to retire after ten years it would be worth three times that. Enough to live on comfortably for a while if they were careful.
I was a sneaky bastard like that.
Don't tell anybody.
At any rate, I was in the market for a new pony or two. A good friend of mine had given me an introduction to the fetish pony world several years ago and I was now completely hooked. I flew or drove all over the country attending pony Gatherings and learning all that I could about training methods and the ins and outs of the trade. Two years ago I splurged and bought an immense recreational vehicle to travel in style here and there.
Being rather wealthy did have it's advantages, after all. And I was all about my own comfort.
Of course one of the afflictions of being wealthy was the greed that tended to accompany that condition. Since I could afford anything short of buying a small country, I was accustomed to getting what I wanted when I wanted and to hell with the consequences. Whatever I had my mind always craved more. Even though I was often content with my condition, the spoiled rich kid that dwelt in my subconscious always had it's greedy claws out grasping for more. I had to fight that sort of indolence in all of it's definitions daily.
But enough psychoanalysis.
What I wanted was champion exhibition ponies. At least two, maybe more. I'd been watching and studying the events at the Gatherings and there were four events that really caught my interest:
The Dressage: Three minutes of freestyle dance and compulsory skills preformed in full pony regalia in the arena. I had seen some absolutely riveting performances in this event. Even mediocre performers got me aroused and the best of them nearly made me weep.
The single and tandem sulky races: One or two ponies pulling their Owner or trainer in a small lightweight cart around the track, trying to outrun the other teams. Those ponies were always lithe and quick and I just loved watching their faces as they raced. I rarely even noticed who was riding behind in the cart.
The Steeplechase: One or more laps around a track jumping over obstacles. None of them as high as hurdles, just high enough that the ponies were compelled to leap over them at top speed and still maintain their footing as they raced each other. It looked to me as if that might be a bit hard on the knees and back, but it was an entertaining event.
The Chariot race: Much like the tandem sulky race but more intense. Two ponies pulled a mock chariot around the track against their opponents. The Owner or trainer in the chariot, rather than being just a weight to pull against in a sulky, actually had to help steer and guide his team around the track. It looked fun and challenging as hell.
I set my mind on having at least two ponies with an eye towards many more. Perhaps even starting my own training academy if I could get my methods down pat. With that goal in my mind, I had started remodeling the barn into a stable to keep my ponies in.
Sure, I could have kept them in the house. After all, I had plenty of room. But that sounded too soft. I wanted them to always be reminded of who they were and what they were meant for. Aside from keeping my bed warm on occasion, that is.
The competition. I wanted champions. Not just for my own aggrandizement, but to also prove a point to those old money blue blood Owners that assumed they had the best because they had the finest training facilities and all of the newest equipment. Most of them had looked down on me because I was new to the scene and scoffed when I mentioned my intention to enter into the events once I had trained a pony or two.
"Really, young man." Chuckled one. "Are you serious? That sort of thing takes years of training and practice. All sorts of hideously expensive equipment and the like. Go ahead and try, but I'm sure you will find it is more than you can afford. In both time and... assets."
He had no idea that my accumulated wealth was probably three times what his was. I didn't wear silk suits and have a chauffeured Bentley and wear my bank balance like a boutonniere on my lapel as so many of them did. Sure, I came from family money. To start with, anyway. I'd worked and invested until I didn't need to rely on the family coffers anymore. In my mind, my money was a tool to get what I wanted, not who I was or a reflection of my status.
My accomplishments, or those of my ponies, were going to be the deciding factor in my position in the fetish pony world. Not the size of the checkbook I had swinging between my legs.
They'd managed to piss me off, if you can't tell.
Another thing that I had decided was that I wasn't going to be content getting ponies from the auctions. There was rarely any of champion caliber put up for sale. Those were usually snapped up by the rich insiders before they ever made it to the auction block. I hadn't managed to make it anywhere near that inner circle yet. So if I was going to find a pony, it was going to have to be from outside.
But just how was I going to do that? Find a champion fetish pony out on the streets? Quite a conundrum. But I did love a challenge so I sat awhile and pondered.
I believe the word I was looking for was "Serendipity." While I was sitting around trolling the internet at BDSM websites one of my email accounts chimed announcing I had new mail. It was the Alex Winters account that I used when I was writing fiction and looking for hard to find items. Over the years I had developed a good list of contacts with people on the lookout for things that I might find interesting.
One of those contacts was a middle-level government employee in a certain agency that I won't name here. Early in his career he'd been an up and coming rising star in the agency and had thoroughly immersed himself in all the pay and perks that had accompanied his ascension through the ranks. But as these things often go, he'd managed to piss off someone who ended up being senior to him and his rapid rise had turned into a quick fall and he found himself more or less permanently marooned in the lower middle levels of the agency.
As such greedy and avaricious people often get, he'd grown accustomed to the opulent lifestyle and his new found status and equivalent pay left him completely unsatisfied. So he'd turned to alternative sources of income. Brokering things not readily available to the general public. So far he'd never stepped close enough to the line to be accused of espionage (as far as I knew), but he was definitely selling information and bits of tech that his agency would find severely uncomfortable.
At any rate, his latest email had a list of the things he was offering to myself and what ever other clients he might have at the time. Quite a lengthy roster this time. He must be desperate for money. Most of the things were nothing I would have a use for, unfortunately.
But there was one item about three quarters of the way down that caught my eye. A new combination drug invented by one of the agency's science labs for use on enemy agents and certain foreign nationals. It would render the subject unconscious in under three seconds, last about six to eight hours and allow them to awaken with little or no side effects.
Except for the inclusion of the second drug, that is. I smiled. It was a time release aphrodisiac that lasted for about three days. My smile got even wider.
I transferred the money to his account without another thought.
Two
Three more months had passed. I'd given the new drug combination that I had acquired a thorough testing and it had passed with flying colors. I'd woken up with only a slight headache and a bit of fuzziness and a raging hardon that had lasted for a solid three days.
Ouch. I was pretty sure I never wanted to try that on myself again. I was also pretty sure that I had very nearly rubbed all of the skin off of my cock in those following three days.
When it finally wore off it was the first time in my life I could ever remember being happy about not being horny. Yikes. I slept for a couple of days straight and it was several more days before I could get a hard on without a sharp stinging in my poor abraded skin.
But the thought of using that on someone else made me smile. It would be a perfect tool to capture a new pony and train them right.
It must have been serendipity again. Or the God that watches over fools. Whatever it was that had me driving down that stretch of road at the exact moment. In my old beat up pickup truck in my comfortable clothes. Not in a hurry to get anywhere in particular. Sure, I was on my way to Salem to hit a book store that catered to certain... esoteric tastes in literature, but it wasn't like they were expecting me and it wasn't like they would never open again. And if I really wanted to, I could just have ordered the books online as I usually did.
