This story tells about ponygirls, denial and the limits of consent.
There is a certain form of violence.
My thanks for all that read my story first.
1. Chosen to visit the ponygirls
I was delighted to learn that I was selected to visit the stables of Madame De Haut-Liaison's ponies. There were only six of us, and I was one of the six! Better than that, Sophia and Melinda, my best friends had been selected too, and that was great! One thing only didn't work out: this bitch of Audrey and her friends Samantha and Oriel had been selected too.
Before we could visit such stables with ponies in them we had to sign a confidentiality agreement. We agreed not to divulge the location of these stables, not everyone appreciates that human beings are dehumanised. All the ponies in that stable were volunteers, but it didn't matter.
But when I read the contract, I noticed a clause that could have gone unnoticed: In case we abused a pony, the punishment would be becoming ponies ourselves! At first, I only say that not all the ponies were therefore voluntary. But in fact no, by signing we accepted this clause. I shuddered, but I had absolutely no intention of annoying the ponies. On the other hand, I would be quite happy if Audrey got caught in the act!
It was Professor Melusina Wolf who drove us in a minibus, and we were going to spend two days there. Oddly enough, Sophia, Melinda and I were on one side and Audrey and her friends on the other.
"My ladies, I remind you that you are sent to Madame De Haut-Liaison's house to study the relationship of domination between the ponies and their trainers. Not to have fun, or even worse, to argue. We have chosen you without ignoring that there are enmities between you. Know how to overcome them."
I looked at Audrey, and her eyes were cold. If those eyes had been guns I would have died I think. Miss Wolf will be for her advice. I turned to my friends and Audrey did the same.
"Have you read what they made us sign?"
"Oh not all, there were so many of them!" Sophia answered me.
"If we mistreat a pony, we have agreed to become ponies ourselves," I said.
"Do you think this is a trap to kidnap us, Kate?" a3 asked.
"No, it's to dissuade us from mistreating the ponies!" I replied
"But we're not going to do that!" Melinda exclaimed, obviously worried.
"No, but I'd be amused if Audrey did," I laughed!
"Maybe we could help her," Sophia said. I looked at her and thought.
"That would be fun," I replied...
2. The first day of the visit
A few hours' of driving later, we arrived.
"Welcome, you had to get up early, and we offer you lunch" our host invited us.
I must say I was a little disappointed not to have seen any ponies yet. But seeing the others, I was not the only one who was impatient.
"Did you eat well?"
"Yes!"
"Then I'll give you a tour of the stables" Anna, one of the instructors, explained.
We then went to the girls' stables.
Then I stopped for a moment in front of this show. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Like in a stable, there were boxes with the doors cut in half. In the stalls, there were girls of our age. Straw covered the floor. Like Samantha, I crouched down to touch this straw.
"It's a synthetic straw that prevents us from having to fight against rodents. In the same way, all the stables are under video surveillance to react if a pony requests it." our guide Anna said.
"Here is Moonlight," she said, opening the lower part of a stall, and bringing us one of these girls. The pony Moonlight came towards us hesitantly. She was wearing a leather harness; her hands were tied behind her back. She had a leather collar, and boots that looked like horses' hooves and made her walk on tiptoes. Anne took the reins that hung from the bit she had in her mouth, and made her turn around, revealing the ponytail hanging between her legs, I didn't dare to know where it was tied.
"Moonlight? Isn't that her real name?" Oriel asked.
"It's her pony name, but it's not her human name," Anna replied.
I have to say that Moonlight, was superb, and her muscular legs seemed magical to me.
"Can we touch her," asked Sophia. Moonlight nodded no.
"Of course, but gently, put yourself in her place, she feels very vulnerable," Anne said.
Sophia approached Moonlight, who gave Anna a worried look, but let my friend come closer and caress her cheek. When Sophia did it again, Moonlight let her do it more easily.
Anna took Moonlight back to her stall and closed the base part.
"Harnessed as she is, she cannot open the door. She cannot remove her harness. As well
"Are there any padlocks?" Audrey requested.
"Only one, on her collar, but with her neutralized hands she can't remove the harness," Anna explained.
The boys' stable was symmetrical to that of the girls. Of course, their harnesses were different in form, but, at the end quite similar in spirit.
"You can't see their... well, how do they urinate?" Audrey asked.
"As with the girls, the bottom of the harness is a chastity belt. Their genitals are not easily accessible, to avoid abuse or accidents. For girls, there is just a perforated plate covering their vulva. For boys, their penis is in a tube between their legs. To urinate they either squat down, but some trainers prefer them to urinate standing up like real horses, besides their tail is an anal plug, we give them an enema every morning, so there are no accidents like that," Anna explained, while Audrey chuckled with excitement or indignation in her red jacket.
"So with the harness, they can't feel any genital stimulation?" I asked.
"Exactly, for this, as for many things, they depend on their trainers, who decide to reward them, or not, who decide when the harnesses are removed, every two or three days or so, for reasons of hygiene," Anna answered me. She was touching the bottom of the harness of Will-o'-the-wisp, the pony boy whose reins she was holding. He raised a leg, and his tail stroked his calves.
To tell the truth, the idea seemed terrible, but also exciting without me knowing exactly why.
We continued the visit with the quarries. In the first one, two ponies were learning to move synchronously. In the second one, a pony was running under the supervision of its trainer.
"The whips are for real," Sophia asked.
"Yes, but the blows are often on the side. This is to motivate the ponies, but sometimes, when they have trouble obeying, a blow ends on their buttocks. And with their blinkers on, they don't see the blow go away." Anna explained again.
Finally, the visit ended on the outside where we found Moonlight and Honey harnessed together, and Anna showed us how to drive a car pulled by ponies.
I must say that these demonstrations showed the obedience of the ponies. And in the evening, as I went to my room, I thought about the ponies. They were sleeping in their stable sleeping on their synthetic straw.
3. An unforeseen evening
Then on my bed, I discovered a suitcase that wasn't mine. Out of curiosity, I opened it and saw Audrey's sweatshirt with her name on the back. A demonic idea came into my head. I took the garment, closed the bag and went to Audrey's room to give it back to her.
We met in the corridor where we exchanged our suitcases.
Later I was shaking in Audrey's sweater, covered with a blanket to hide my hair and her name on my back, and I walked to the stables and took one of the leather hood I had seen. Within minutes I was in Moonlight's stall. She was sleeping on the straw, and before she could see me, I put the hood over her head. The poor thing started neighing more than shouting, and fidgeting, while I sped away, taking care to hide under my blanket, to hide my red hair, but to let the name on my back show through. I was hoping to see Audrey become a pony the next morning!
I must say my fingers were wiggling between my thighs, trying to get to sleep. The excitement of the ponies, combined with my bad deed had turned me on so much. I wondered what Audrey was doing. The surveillance cameras had surely seen me. Would they go to her room to look for her or would they wait until the next day to punish her?
I could already imagine her wearing a pony's harness, and this tail stuck in her anus, almost naked in front of us. My fingers were teasing my clitoris thinking about Audrey who would not only have her hands tied behind her back, but she would also be wearing a chastity belt. This revenge seemed so fitting for the one who had stolen my boyfriend!
4. The second day
The six of us met for breakfast. I was a bit disappointed that Audrey had not already been identified, and her hateful look did not prompt me to engage in conversation.
Anna and Bene, another instructor, led us for exercises in two groups.
"Here is Melinda, I'm going to put this collar on you," Anna said, closing the same type of collar around my friend's neck that all the ponies wore. I had the idea that Anna was going to have us equip Melinda with pony's attire, and I liked the idea. But I was a little uncomfortable with my friend.
"Now I'm going to attach the buckle to this chain that comes down from the ceiling," Anna explained again.
"Uh, is that necessary?" Melinda asked
"Yes, don't worry," Anna said, closing the padlock.
"When the ponies are not in their harnesses, they are tied up like this. And if I leave you like that, you feel like you can fight if I want to undress you for example, but in fact, I just have to wait, and you'll get exhausted because you have to stand.
