(Ash and introducing Kitten)
One
It had been a typical morning on the farm. Up for training in the arena, all of my ponies getting a good workout around the track and in the weight room. A long hot shower and a fun creative little nap with Sarabeth afterward that left me feeling mellow and content. I'd left her asleep in my bed and gone on into my office to catch up on some paperwork
I'd been in there maybe an hour when my email server chirped and informed me that I had a new message waiting. That in itself wasn't unusual. I got dozens of emails every day. But when I saw that the return address was from the security company in Australia that I had hired through Sergei, I smiled widely and opened the email right away.
Perfect. My package would be delivered tomorrow morning.
This was going to be a challenge like I hadn't had in a few years now. My last couple of acquisitions had been "legit", one bought from the pony auction and the other a gift from my friend Sergei. Even though that took nothing away from my joy at owning them, I sort of missed the hunt and the capture and the reconditioning of a reluctant novice pony.
Sure. I know. I've been tagged as slightly psychotic. I get that. In a way I can see it. But there's no man on earth who loves his stock more than I do. There is no master or owner anywhere who works harder at making sure his ponies are happy and well cared for. That is why my ponies are all champions in their own rights. Because no matter how I took them, whether it was initially willingly or unwillingly, my ponies all love me and love being mine. And I have trained into them a love of competition that surpasses anybody else's training regime.
I see myself as more of a "loving psychopath." I think that sums it up nicely.
But I digress.
Even though I didn't share the news with my ponies, my exuberant mood was somewhat infectious and we all ended up having a very good day. We took a ride on down to our favorite picnic spot for lunch and it wasn't very long before every single one of us was completely naked and having a very good time. As a matter of fact, it was good two hours after we got there that I woke up and remembered that we hadn't even had lunch yet.
And untangling six sets of pony harness hastily removed and tossed in a pile was an amusing but difficult chore.
In short, it was a very good day.
The next morning I awoke before the crack of dawn as was my usual and headed for the office. I'd awakened a still sleep warm and groggy David and before his eyes were even completely open I had him hard with his wrists tied to the headboard and his knees pushed up to his chest as I drove my prick into his tight ass over and over again. That was the fourth or fifth time I had taken him in the last six hours and the poor lad was exhausted and sore by the time I untied him and sent him into the bathroom to clean up. When I finally left for my office a couple of hours ago, he was curled up under the covers and asleep once again.
I'd have to remind myself to give him a few days rest. But knowing what was coming, I don't think that was going to be too difficult.
The email I had gotten the previous morning had included a tracking code that allowed me to log in to a secure server and view the progress of my delivery via GPS. Part of the reason I had been so hard on David was that I tried to distract myself from checking the progress every five minutes.
Australia to Hawaii.
Hawaii to Los Angeles.
Los Angeles to Bay City.
And now it was just a little over an hour away. I shivered slightly with anticipation.
As both David and all of my other ponies had a chance for a few more hours of sleep, I roused them all and had everybody assemble at the house for breakfast. I knew that there was no chance of getting any training done today so I thought we might as well have a good breakfast first.
The truck backed into the open stable doors easily and pulled a few feet inside the door. The two men who loaded the covered crate onto the lift and lowered it to the floor looked more than competent. The younger one looked like a pro football player and never spoke a word. The older one was in his fifties and looked like a retired SAS man. He was crisp and precise in his movements, hiding any facial expression behind a large handlebar mustache. After they unloaded the crate, he handed me a clipboard. Apparently I was signing for a case of computer components. While I was looking over the bill of lading, the silent younger man was offloading a small pile of suitcases and bags, which he piled behind the crate. Piled amidst the luggage was a wooden box about two feet square and about a foot tall with a rounded lid, like a small steamer trunk or a cedar chest.
Lifting one corner of the tarp, I glanced inside then dropped it again with a small smile in the corner of my mouth.
"Any problems?"
"None to speak of, Sir." the older one spoke for the very first time. "It was an..... interesting assignment, Sir." His thick Australian accent colored everything he said. He glanced at the crate. "I'll admit that was something I've never really done before. Not like this anyway. And if I might be so bold, Sir...." He tipped a wink at me and the crate. "I can imagine you are going to have your hands full with that one."
"I'm looking forward to the challenge." I said. After I scrawled my signature at the bottom of the form, I reached in my inner jacket pocket and handed the older man a thick envelope. "Buy yourself some lunch. You and your men deserve it. And be sure that if I ever need your assistance again, I won't hesitate to call." The older man slid the envelope in his pocket without even looking and snapped off a crisp salute.
With the size of the tip I had just slipped him, the man could have bought an upscale restaurant almost anywhere in the world.
As the truck drove away, I leaned against the crate and tapped my fingers thoughtfully on the top. Small muffled moans came from inside the crate. Pressing the buttons on my remote, I opened all of the curtains around all of the cages and let my ponies out to take a look. They'd all sat quietly in their cages until we were alone and had earned a small reward anyway.
"Gather 'round, all of you." I said. Dressed only in their collars and running shoes, my ponies made a semi-circle around one side of the crate and looked at me wonderingly.
Of course Gael was the first one to speak up. "Did you buy us a new toy, Master?" I smiled.
"In a way, little flame. Let me tell you a story. Almost three years ago a young lady contacted me about becoming a pony. She had found one of my fiction stories on the internet and was fascinated by the idea of being a pony girl. Or so she thought, anyway. The girl was very young. Too young to be a pony. So I convinced her to wait until she was older. Old enough." I tapped the crate again for emphasis. I saw Nathan and Sarabeths eyes widen as they began to understand.
"Master, have you...?" Nathan started to speak but I raised my hand and he subsided.
"Let me finish, boy. Then it will all be clear. The girl was too young, as I said. But she still insisted that she wanted to be a pony girl. To be my pony girl, to be specific. Nothing else would suit her. So.... We entered into a contract. Online only. I gave her insights into the pony world and into the strange world between men and women. In return, she would keep herself untouched by anybody, man or woman, and train her mind and her body into the shape I demanded of a potential pony."
"Untouched?" Wendy asked. "You mean she was a virgin, Master? Like I was?" I smiled at the little doe-eyed pony.
"Yes, love. Exactly like you were when Sergei presented you to me. A virgin. When I first met her, she had never even been kissed. Of course that has changed in the intervening years. She's been kissed many times. But because her yearning to be a pony was so strong, she kept herself for me until she was old enough."
I tapped the crate again and some more muffled sounds came from inside it.
"One month before the girl turned nineteen, I sent her a message and asked her if she was ready to come here and be my pony. She said she was, but wanted the month free and a gift from me to spend her last free days out in the world. Do a little traveling. Spend some time on the beach in Australia. I agreed and said that as long as she kept herself in the agreed on condition, I had no problem granting her request. It was, after all, only fair."
"So I sent her a bank draft for ten thousand dollars for traveling money and gave her a month of freedom. I also sent along a first-class airline ticket for when her time was up. That month was up two weeks ago. Two days after her month was up, I got an email." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a folded slip of paper, spreading it out on top of the crate.
"It says 'Sir- I want to be your pony, but I can't just come give myself to you. I just can't. If you want me, you will have to come take me. -ash.' "
Six sets of eyebrows went up. I smiled. "Naturally, I couldn't take the time away from all of you to go traipsing all over Australia looking for her. Well, not all over as I knew where she was all of the time. I had a man there keeping an eye on my potential pony girl, just in case she got into any trouble out on her own. She looks smashing in a bikini, by the way."
"So, I called on a few contacts I had and arranged for a pick-up. Those men found her and convinced her that they were working for me and that it was time she began her training. After a small bit of 'unpleasantness' and a long plane ride, here is our newest pony."
I swept the tarp off of the crate and all of my ponies gathered in close to look. The front of the crate was made from thick Plexiglas and the interior was padded all the way around in sound muffling foam padding. The top of the crate was several inches thick to allow for the air holes to be baffled so that very little sound was able to come from inside yet allow plenty of air.
The girl sat on the floor of the crate, trying her best to look defiant and strong but those wide hazel eyes betrayed a hint of fear and they were a bit puffy, as if she had been crying recently. Her dark brown hair looked a bit disheveled and she was trying her best to cover her body with a pair of long slim nicely tanned legs. There was a pair of shackles around her ankles and wrists, and the ones on her wrists were connected to a chain that wrapped around her waist. We could all immediately see that all she was wearing was a thin white t-shirt with no bra underneath it and a pair of bikini bottoms. Somewhat desperately, those eyes darted from face to face as we all gathered around to look. She looked a bit appalled when everybody she saw was naked and when her eyes fastened on me, I saw her cheeks color and she looked down at the floor.
Apparently the men who picked her up never afforded her the opportunity to dress after her capture.
