The warm late-spring sun shone down on the lush meadows stretching out between wide bands of trees which broke up the scenery and made it look like there was nothing in the world except for nature in its most friendly and beautiful form. Truly, there couldn't have been a better time and place to lie in the grass naked, tied and gagged.
As nice as the day and the scenery might be, though, Rylee couldn't help being annoyed at herself. She was supposed to be the best pony girl in the herd, and yet she'd been one of the first to be caught in this year's cowgirl competition.
It hard started out so well, with her staying easily ahead of the pursuers, doing her best to break away from the bulk of the other pony girls so everyone would choose to hunt them instead of her. One of the cowgirls had pulled a fast one on her, though. She'd stayed back while her colleagues ran after the herd, only to circle around to where she guessed Rylee would ultimately escape to. And she'd guessed right. Rylee had just broken out of one of the stripes of forest when a lasso around her legs had made her smack down on the grass in the most undignified way.
It wasn't that Rylee had a problem with being bundled up and left behind while the rest of the cowgirls and pony girls continued their hunt. That was part of the game. It rubbed her the wrong way, though, that it had been a fresh upstart of a cowgirl who'd caught her, and so quickly at that. Stupid beginner's luck! Now everyone would think that she was the hot shit, and they'd wonder if Rylee had lost her spark.
Well, for now there was nothing she could do about it except gnaw on her bit gag in annoyance. It was one of the soft rubber ones, at least. The usual steel ones wouldn't be safe for this competition, given how the pony girls were pretty much expected to collide with the ground in a less than controlled manner at some point. Nobody would profit if they lost a tooth or two in the process.
As much as Rylee was loathe to admit it, that young cowgirl knew her ropes. While the bondage was nothing fancy (wrists joined with rope cuffs behind Rylee's back, her legs tucked in, ankles tightly bound to her thighs), it was as effective as could be.
While caught ponies were supposed to lie there and wait until they got collected at the end of the hunt, Rylee had sneakily tried to break out of her bonds, to make it look like the cowgirl had screwed up the bondage. It might help her save face if she could show that her captor coasted along purely on trickery with no skill to back it up. But despite her best efforts it was impossible to get to the knot of her rope cuffs with her fingers, and rubbing them against a stone had only earned her some scrapes on her wrists. And while she could almost reach the ropes on her legs, it remained at this infuriating "almost".
A rustle in the nearby trees caught Rylee's attention. Was the hunt over already and they were coming to get her? It seemed too early. After all, Rylee had been caught barely half an hour in, and she could have only been lying there for another half an hour or so. Usually these hunts lasted for several hours. Then again, maybe the other pony girls had delivered a similarly pathetic performance. Not that her own performance had been pathetic, of course, since she'd only been caught by blind luck.
Turned out, it wasn't a cowgirl. The woman with the bright blond hair appearing from between the trees was just as naked at Rylee, though instead of a bit gag she wore a collar with a short chain attached as a leash. One of the dog girls that had been brought along to assist in the hunt, only that this one had apparently gotten separated from her owner. Or had run away, more likely. Rylee didn't remember the names of all pet girls on the ranch, but she knew Daisy here, for the simple fact that she had to be the laziest and most badly behaved dog girl in history.
"Now look at that. Oh how the great have fallen." The fact that Daisy didn't make even the slightest attempt to stay in character was further proof that she was acting on her own accord. Instead of helping to round up the remaining pony girls like she was supposed to, she'd put it into her pretty but otherwise useless head to go gawk at Rylee instead.
"Is it true that a total newbie did you in? And so quickly to boot? Bet you don't feel so high and mighty anymore, now do you?" She knelt over Rylee, then dropped down in swift swoop so she sat on Rylee's belly, momentarily pushing the air out of her lungs.
Rylee growled. With the gag in, that was about the only way for her to express what she thought of Daisy's behavior. Not that she'd have had anything to say to her even if her mouth had been free. Daisy simply wasn't worth the time of her day. She only hoped that the poor gal who'd received Daisy as an aid would come for her soon, give her good thrashing to remind her of her place, and be off again with her in tow.
"You know, you could try being a little nicer for once. No wonder nobody likes you."
Rylee made an exasperated huff. What was this girl on about? Rylee was a nice enough person, nicer than most people around her deserved, even. If anything, the reason the other pony girls looked at her funny was that they were jealous.
Not that they would have anything to be jealous about if only they'd put in the work to get better at their job. Rylee wasn't a natural genius. Anyone could achieve her level of strength and grace, the others were just too lazy to make an honest attempt at it, preferring instead to spend their time at "stable parties", as they called their endless orgies.
And in a way Rylee got it. She, too, had needs. Had an itch between her legs that wanted to be scratched from time to time. But like a good pony girl she impressed her owner to earn some sexual attention as a reward, instead of going for the cheap thrill of humping the next best pony she saw. Or make use of one of the many dog girls running around, their sloppy tongues eager to lick absolutely anything you presented to them.
"What's that? Still think you're something better than me?" Daisy tilted her head as she looked down on Rylee. "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at me. To you I'm just some dumb mutt, ain't I?"
"Hmpf." That noncommittal sound was the best Daisy would get. While Rylee wouldn't have called her a dumb mutt to her face, she had been thinking about Daisy along those lines. Still, it wasn't wise to openly antagonize her while she was in a position of relative power. A very temporary position, but someone like Daisy might abuse this chance with no regard for the punishments it would earn her later.
"Fair enough. After all, for the longest time I only thought of you as this dumb bootlicker with no life."
Rylee snorted. It was rich for a dog girl to call someone else a bootlicker. Then again, Daisy was the kind of dog you wouldn't trust with your boots for fear that she'd shred them to pieces.
Daisy sighed. She put her hands on Rylee's breasts and idly played with her nipples. "You know, you're such a pretty girl. You'd be the star of the stable if only you took that stick out of your ass and let the others play with you."
Rylee growled again. She tried to shake Daisy off, but between the dog girl's weight and her bondage she could barely wiggle her body, let alone get away.
