I sat on the edge of the stall in the pony barn eating one of the last apples that wouldn't be grown on the farm. Gary was rooting David something fierce. The cries were unacceptable. Gary had been on him for 20 minutes, the pain should have been quelled by David's own cunt juices and relaxation. It was obvious he was fighting it.
"Just fucking stop." I ordered as I jumped down from the half wall of the stall. My feet hit the straw that carpeted the pony stall.
"Chef...I'm almost..." Gary grunted.
"Fine, hurry. I have to get him stretched... and baby you are thick, but not long." I tossed the apple core onto the ground of the stall. David's knees were on the dirt and straw floor, and Gary squatted behind him and pounded the slave as hard as he could. There were tears in David's eyes, but there was also clit goo dripping from his useless meat.
As much as he was whining about the clit in his cunt, he was definitely enjoying it. I put my hand over David's clit and caught four hard shots of slave cum. I held it carefully in my hand as I heard Gary drop his pony load into the twink.
I raised my jizz filled hand to David's mouth he opened his mouth and sucked, then licked all of it into his mouth.
"That is four ponies. Master Tex has ponies with bigger breeding sticks. Let's go." I grabbed his leash and began to lead him out of our Master's barn.
"Alpha? Permission to speak?" He asked. He couldn't see it but I was smiling. I was proud how far he had come in the last 48 hours.
"Yes?"
"Why is it that Master Tex's ponies have 'breeding sticks' but our Master's ponies have 'clits'?" he asked. It was a fair question, but it was a question surrounded in controversy.
"Well..." I could tell about my own experience with Trigger and Tantrum, but I said this instead. "...Master Tex likes his ponies hung. There are rumors that Master Tex likes to masturbate, or milk his big ponies as he fucks them. They are called "breeding sticks" because of the massive load that the huge clits give."
"So they will never be in the show?" He asked. I yanked his leash, he was slowing down when he realized we were heading to Master Tex's barn.
"No they will never be in the show." I walked onto Master Tex's property from the dirt road that ran through our small newly built town. I had to pull his leash a bit hard as we approached the home of Tantrum, and Trigger. As we walked to the front door of the barn we were stopped by a slave that was just a pile of muscles. I had never seen this one before.
"Halt pretty bois." If he didn't have a Mississippi drawl, I would have mistaken him for a young Arnold Schwarzenegger. This wasn't a pony, this was proof that Sasquatch existed, and not all of them were covered in fur.
"Hey there roughneck, we are supposed to be here, on order of my Master." I said as I began to walk around the brick wall on legs. Her held his hand out, blocking my path. I lowered my head in instant frustration. I took a step back.
"What is your name?" I asked, and looked the Clydesdale in the eyes.
"I don't have to tell you that cunt." He replied with disrespect. I could feel David's eyes in the back of my skull waiting to see what I would do next.
"What kind of collar are you wearing there pony?" I asked, looking up into his eyes. He was easily 6 foot 7, and had to weigh 270 pounds.
"Uh..." He touched it. As if that would make him see it better. "Black thick iron." He now looked confused.
"Okay big guy, did you complete your slave orientation when you arrived?" I asked. He nodded with that look on his face maintained.
"What kind of slave wears an iron collar?" I asked. As dumb as he seemed in the moment, he still replied quickly.
"Ponies and labor slaves." He said almost confidently.
"Good, and what is the only type of slave you are to take orders from in the absence of a Master?" I asked and lifted my chin slightly so the pony could see my collar. It didn't help . I sighed.
"Um, Alpha slaves." He said with more confidence, He smiled.
"Correct again! Now...what color is the highest ranking Alpha's collars?" I was now smiling. Still holding my head up so the pony could see my neck.
"Gold." He said as he nodded. I had to jingle the rings on my collar to get him to look.
"OH! I am sorry!" He suddenly realized his error.
"What is your name?" I asked a second time. The smile faded from my face. The light went out of his eyes. He realized he might be in trouble for hindering my progress.
"It's 'Thunder' Alpha." He was now looking at the ground. I took a couple breaths before I relieved the pressure.
"Thunder, I will forget this, I will not tell your Master...on one condition." I teased.
"What is that Alpha?" His head raised, but his eyes stayed on the ground.
"Breed this slave in your stall." I said. I handed Thunder, David's leash.
Dan woke in a plane at altitude. It was a private double prop job. Small but opulent. A man in a suit walked up and sat across from him on the red leather couch. At his feet was a briefcase. He didn't look much like a businessman or a lawyer as the tattoos that ran from his sleeves reached out to his hands, They also crept up his neck.
"Good morning." The accent said southern. The bald head and scars said enforcer.
"Why am I in a plane?" Dan had been drugged, for how long, he had no idea. He looked around for his phone. It was then that he realized he was wearing only a T shirt and boxers. No phone to be had.