Paradise Isle The Spy Pt 02

Paradise Isle, The Spy, Pt 2

(fetish, ponygirl, non-consensual, modification)

By ChangeYourPassword

Spy the ponygirl

Very non-con. A harsh tail.

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read part one of The Spy, first.

For details of the pony training, read the Paradise Isle, The Pony series.

Beatriz, the handler, was leading ponygirl Spy out the tack room's door when Emilio stopped them.

"Bea, I just got a call from the boss. He said you might as well take her back to the clinic to get ringed, while you have the jeep and the officer to drive you. It'll save time and trouble, tomorrow."

Beatriz turned, pulling Spy around with her grip, high on the reins. "We don't normally do that until the second day."

"I know, but Conrad wants it taken care of, now. He has a groom with a trailer on the way over, right now; should be here in a couple minutes.

"Oh, alright," she replied and led the way out the door, and into the sunlight. On the way she grabbed a riding crop from a hook on the doorframe.

Spy followed along, all the while wondering why she was going back to the clinic, hadn't they already done enough to her there? And what did he mean by ringed? She already had a ring in her nose. A big, ugly one. A thing she hated.

In front of the building, they waited for their ride.

Spy really wanted to ask about this trip, but of course, ponies don't talk.

She just stood there passively, out in the open, terrified that someone would see her and either laugh or attack. She felt so very exposed, humiliated and frightened. It struck her that was their intent. She was supposed to be this way, a helpless and mute animal, for God knows how long. Forever? She couldn't believe that. Someone would come to help her. Her boss or the government. Someone.

But in the meantime, she was stuck. And that was discouraging enough. She spent the time inventorying her impossible challenges. She couldn't talk, or wasn't allowed to. With hooves instead of hands she couldn't feed herself, or wipe her own ass; which was in any case plugged with her tail.

She was hurting, too. Her feet and legs, in the hoof boots were killing her. The constant squeezing of her corset was uncomfortable and the restriction on her movements was super annoying.

The disgusting plug in her ass wasn't all that painful, but it was a constant distraction, and a reminder that she had a horse's tail. How embarrassing was that!

And her jaw hurt from the constant presence of the bit in her mouth. That damn thing holding her mouth open caused her to drool, constantly, she couldn't help it, and it dribbled down off her chin and onto her breasts. The stiff collar prevented her from even shaking it off. She did find that she could rub her chin with her forearm, to at least get rid of some of her spittle. Ick.

She needed a groom or handler just to take care of her most basic needs. Just like some domestic animal - or like an actual pony. Although real horses could at least take a shit when they wanted. She couldn't.

And she peed, like now, whenever her bladder decided to let go. She didn't even have control over that function. As soon as she realized that she was indeed peeing, she spread her legs and squatted slightly to stand clear of the flow. But that made her legs and feet hurt even more.

Frustrated, and feeling terribly sorry for herself, she started crying again. Her tears dribbled down her cheeks, over and under the straps of her bridle, and then mixed with her drool in falling onto her breasts.

And that just made it worse. It wasn't fair. She was a journalist!

Beatriz just stood there, reins in hand, ignoring her, until a couple walking along the nearby path spotted the two of them and giggling, stepped over.

Seeing them approach the ponygirl did her best to stop the flow of her tears, she was embarrassed enough. She stood still, and tried to ignore the people's approach. But she couldn't. She could hear them chuckling and whispering, and knew they were focused on her.

Finally, she shuffled and turned enough to get a good look at the approaching man and woman. Like all of the other guests she'd seen, they were a handsome pair. He was tall and well-built and wearing only a tight pair of trunks, that showed off an impressive bulge, and she was pretty, with long blond hair, a great body and was topless.

Nervously, Spy stood there, an erotic ponygirl, in her leather harness with her mane, drooling. It was hugely humiliating and disgustingly discouraging.

"Hi," the guy said, addressing Beatriz. "She's impressive."

"Yes, very sexy. Can we pet her?" the woman asked, with a broad smile and a giggle.

"Hello," Beatriz replied. "Of course, you can pet her. This is Spy. She's new and a little skittish, like any new filly."

Then she turned to Spy and gave her a stern look. "You be a good little pony, or you'll feel the crop again. Understood?"

Spy just stood there, blushing and embarrassed. Hating every minute of the encounter.

Beatriz gave her a minute respond, and when she didn't, she got a yank on her reins, and Bea waved the crop in front of her, threateningly.

It seemed to snap the pony out of her trance, and she lifted her leg and stomped her hoof on the pavement; clop!

"Good." The woman said, firmly.

The couple chuckled. "Was that a 'yes'?" the guy asked.

"That's how ponygirls answer, 'yes'. They can't speak, you know."

"I suppose not," the girl said. "With that bit in her mouth."

"Even without the bit, it's forbidden. Livestock don't talk."

The girl chuckled. "She is barely human," she said as she reached out both hands and pinched the pony's nipples.

It hurt, and Spy chirped and tried to back away, but Beatriz held her reins firmly. "Whoa! Don't you move. And be quiet, like a good pony."

The girl, with an evil glint in her eye, held on, and even pinched harder, making Spy close her eyes and moan quietly.

"Be nice, Kelly," the guy said, coming to the pony's rescue.

Kelly harumphed and released her hold. But then she dipped a finger into the drool that had settled onto the top of each of Spy's breasts and began smearing it around the pony's tits, spreading it all over.

Spy wished that she could massage her poor sore nipples, but that wasn't something she could do, so she just bit onto the thing in her mouth. Meanwhile the girl's wet fingers tickled her chest, and actually felt a little nice.

But then the guy, who she thought was decent, stepped up and reaching down began rubbing his fingers over her pussy, and pushing at her clit with his thumb.

Spy froze, and sucked in a breath. She was both stunned by the unwanted touch, and surprisingly aroused by the contact to her most sensitive spot.

For a moment she couldn't believe that his groping had actually felt good. It occurred to her that it was indeed the first nice thing that she had felt all day. Even though it was unwanted and under duress.

When she looked into his eyes, he winked at her, as if he realized that she was turned on, and that too was mortifying.

And just then, at that very ghastly moment, the ponygirl peed.

He jumped back, pulling his damp hand away and cursing. "What the hell! She just pissed on me!"

His girlfriend also stepped back hurriedly, having gotten some spray on her feet. "You disgusting bitch!"

Beatriz actually laughed as she pulled Spy back by her reigns. The pony, totally humiliated, was stumbling, trying to assume the spread-legged position so she wouldn't pee on her hooves.

"Sorry, but she can't control herself. She's one of the ponies who pees whenever her bladder needs to."

"You mean she's incontinent? Like a baby?" the girl asked. The guy had trotted over to a hose spigot on the side of the building and was rinsing off his hand.

"Yes, she is. But she's still responsible for her actions."

By then, the flow had stopped and Spy was back to standing quietly, trying to hold it together.

Beatriz, pulled her back in front of the girl, and the guy joined them, wrapping his dry arm around his wife. He was still angry and disgusted, but he'd heard that the silly ponygirl had no control so he was trying to be forgiving.

"Spy, you should be ashamed of yourself. Peeing on these fine people. That's no way for a proper pony to behave. Now turn around and bend over."

The woman encouraged the movement by pulling on the reins, and as soon as Spy was in position, and bent forward so that her tail was pointing toward the couple, Bea hit her forcefully with the crop, once on each cheek.

Spy, of course yelped and jumped at each stroke, but Bea held her tightly in place.

"Now don't you dare touch those, you bad pony. It's not allowed." Bea cautioned her.

The couple, of course, watched, impressed and amused.

Finished, Beatriz pulled the pony back to a standing position but held her with her back still facing the offended couple.

"See how her ass has been striped? The red wheals? That's how ponygirls are punished."

"That must hurt." The guy said, "I bet she'd like to rub them."

"Like I said. it's not allowed, and besides with her hooves, it wouldn't feel that good anyway."

"How does she do anything with those things on her arms," he asked, curious. And then he added, "or is it legs?"

Beatriz chuckled, "we generally refer to them as her fore-legs. And you're right they are pretty useless. We have groomers who take care of our ponies."

The guy laughed, "how do I volunteer for that job?"

The guy's wife punched him on the arm. "Never you mind, stud. You're mine."

Then she turned back to again look at the ponygirl. "I love her tail. It's gorgeous. But how is it mounted?"

"It's on a plug, like you'd expect, but it's a special design. That's why it mounts so high up her ass crack."

"Hmm, more like it's attached to her tail bone. Can I take a closer look?"

"Of course."

The girl stepped up and bent for a better view. She could see the arrangement with the plug and its' extension splitting the pony's cheeks and then holding the tail. Ingenious, she thought.

When she reached out and grabbed the thing a few inches away from the ass, the woman didn't stop her, so she gave it a little pull, and chuckled when the ponygirl jerked and moaned.

"So, the straps hold it in?"

"Yes."

"But she gets a thrill when someone pulls on her tail?" And she yanked on the tail again, harder this time, and Spy jumped and barked.

The girl laughed and with her free hand, slapped the pony on her ass, right on top of one of the angry red stripes left by the crop. "You be a good little pony, Spy!" she ordered.

"Kelly, don't torture the poor girl." The guy said, concerned.

"Oh, relax, Michael. She's a pony, not a girl, and she loves it don't you Spy?"

Beatriz was impressed by the girl's obvious love of the game. She used her hold on the reins to turn Spy around to face them, forcing the visitor to release her grip in the process. She could tell by Spy's expression, although a lot of it was hidden by the bridle, that she was angry with the woman's treatment. But Bea thought it was an excellent and entertaining exercise.

"Well, answer the woman, pony. You love it, don't you?"

Spy didn't love it, but she knew what the expected answer was. And she suspected that if she didn't provide that response, she just might get whipped again.

When she hesitated, Beatriz gave her reins a tug. "Answer the nice lady. You do love it, don't you? It's who you are, now, isn't it?"

When Bea put it that way, Spy knew she had to answer, and she knew what she had to answer, so she stomped her hoof, once, emphatically.

Kelly smiled and clapped happily. "I knew it. See Michael. She loves her role."

"I guess you're right. Unbelievable," he said. Then he grabbed Kelly's hand and pulled her away. "Come on, I need a drink."

Kelly giggled. "And I need a fuck." That got his attention, and he laughed.

But Kelly resisted his urging and turned to Beatriz. "Can I come back and visit her again? Tomorrow or the next day?"

"Yes, you can. She'll be around here in one of the stalls or corrals, but if she's training, you can't interrupt."

"What kind of training?"

"Proper pony behaviors and commands. The show pony program takes a week, and the cart pony course another week after that."

"Oh wow, cool, but we'll only be her another five days. I'll be sure and visit her before we leave."

Then she headed off with her man, probably to screw.

With their visitors gone, Bea turned to Spy, "you were a good pony, there. And you gave the correct answer. You are indeed a pony now." And she leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the tip of her nose.

It surprised Spy, but she appreciated it, too. Bea wasn't a total witch.

"Turn around, for me. How's your ass? I bet it's sore."

Spy turned around and was again surprised when she felt Bea begin massaging her sore behind. It felt wonderful and helped the pain fade away.

She purred like a cat, and Bea chuckled. "Quiet, ponygirl."

A moment later a truck hauling a horse trailer pulled up, and an obvious ranch hand jumped out. "Hi Bea, I'm supposed to take you and the pony over to the clinic?"

"Hi, Carlos, that's right, this is Spy our new filly." Beatriz said as she dragged Spy over toward the vehicle.

"Hello Spy, I've heard about you." he replied, examining her. "She is a good looking ponygirl."

"She is, isn't she. She just needs training."

He nodded, and stepped over to open one of the doors on the side of the small, enclosed trailer.

Cinthia had seen ones like it back home, hauling horses, but she'd never seen one from the inside, so she hesitatingly stepped over, and then up into the small enclosure, one of four.

Inside she was maneuvered around and then a series of straps were attached to her harness that secured her in a standing position in front of the door's open window. Carlos then closed the door, leaving her in place, with the top half of her body framed by the opening.

She immediately realized that her breasts and head were on full display to those on the outside. Oh, hell!

"Those straps are for your safety. They'll help you stand, and prevent you from falling or banging about. And you'll get a lovely view, and fresh air for the short trip to the clinic. We always transport ponies like this." Beatriz explained, before turning to get into the passenger side of the truck.

A moment later Spy heard the engine start and they began moving.

She swayed around as the truck and trailer bounced down a rough road that made its way out of the resort and onto the open road., but the bindings held her steady, away from the walls. Soon they transitioned to blacktop and, Spy watched the other cars, and occasional house pass by, and the people in those cars and houses watched her, too.

She saw their reactions clearly. Some were surprised, while most were pleasantly entertained by the sight of the sexy ponygirl. Many waved, and called out to her.

She, of course, was embarrassed and exasperated. Standing in the moving trailer exposed in the window, unable to move, balanced on her hooves, drooling, with her mane blowing in the wind.

At least they can't see my lower half, she told herself.

The trip was short and they arrived something like fifteen minutes later. The pony had no way to tell time. Ponies don't care about time, she supposed.

She was unloaded in the Hospital's lot, in front of the clinic dedicated to serving guests, and unceremoniously led into the building's reception area. By a firm hand on her reins.

The clip-clop of her hooves sounded loudly as she did her best to walk along.

The few people there, watched her intently. They too were guests, there for some purpose or procedure and they were all fascinated by the pony in their midst.

After a quick check-in, a nurse led the pony and her escort into an exam room.

"I'm sorry but we're really backed up right now, I'm afraid it may be a while before someone will be able to treat you." she said as prepared to leave.

"Oh? What's up?" Bea asked.

"Oh, well Alfonso and Carolina got married and are on their honeymoon. We miss them around here."

"Really? Good for them. No problem, we'll just relax here and wait our turn."

"Thanks, it'll probably be an hour." The woman said as she left, closing the door behind her.

The two of them settled in to wait. Spy perched on the exam table and Beatriz in the room's only chair.

Spy had been startled when she sat down on the thin pad of the table and her butt plug was pushed deeper into her ass, goosing her. It didn't hurt, but it was a shock as that was the first time she'd actually taken a seat since her conversion to a pony.

And the welts on her ass from the cropping added real pain to her behind, too.

After a few minutes of bored silence, Beatriz stood up and stepped over in front of her. "I suppose you have a thousand questions, and no way to ask them."

Spy was surprised. She certainly did have questions, but she'd reconciled herself to never being allowed to pose them. Since she wasn't standing, she couldn't stomp a 'yes'. So, she looked into Bea's eyes and mumbled, "uh huh." Hoping she wouldn't be punished.

The woman smiled, almost affectionately. "Well, since we have some quiet time, I'll give you the chance. But just this once."

And with that she reached behind the pony's head and unbuckled the straps that held the bit in her mouth.

When she pulled it out the thing was covered in spit, and Spy found to her dismay that she couldn't even close her mouth to stop the remainder of the saliva in her mouth from dribbling out.

She moaned and tried to reach up to massage her jaw, but her hooves were of no use for that. Frustrated, she groaned, and began working her jaws to get them loosened up and functioning.

As soon as she could get them to fully close, she mumbled, "thank you."

"You're welcome, my dear. Now ask away, but understand I may not know all the answers, and I may just refuse to answer others. Deal?"

"Yes, I understand."

Her words came out slurred, and her jaws ached but it was such a relief, it didn't take her much thought to ask, "how long will I be like this? As a pony?"

"I don't know." Bea said, with a shrug.

Spy had half expected that answer, but she had to ask...

"Is this normal treatment?" Was her next question.

"Well, yes. But most of our guests, girls and boys, sign up for the pony package because it's their fetish fantasy. Some others do it to satisfy their partner's wishes. And a few are forced into it, like you."

Bea paused for a moment, thinking, then she continued. "Of course, like almost all visitors, they eventually leave us, after a week, a month or in a couple of cases I've heard of, after a year."

"So long term ponygirls do exist?"

"Yes."

"But most are more-or-less voluntary?"

"Yes."

"You mentioned training. I imagine it's part of the package. What's it like?"

"Well, I can't say it's easy, but no one is ever hurt. Just some whippings, but you've already suffered that. No big deal, right?"

Easy for you to say, Spy thought, but didn't dare speak.

Not waiting for an answer, Bea continued. "You'll be in training for two weeks. The first week focusses on show pony commands and behaviors, and the second week on cart pony stuff.

"Most ponygirls just take the first week. The cart pony training can become, um difficult."

"Oh? How difficult." Spy really wondered what she meant by that description.