"But I still have to be fucked."
"We try to make it relatively pleasant for the pony girls."
"It could be worse, I guess."
"It certainly could be worse."
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So I began my training as a pony girl. To be honest, I hated it. I was fitted for a sort of bustier that pushed up my boobs and left the nipples and most of the breasts accessible. They also gave me a horse tail butt plug which was a reasonable match for my hair. I wore both while training but in the evenings after training was over I could remove both.
Perhaps oddly, after spending all day with my butt plug, my ass felt empty in the evenings. I guess some of the other ponies felt the same, since several wore their tails most of the time. I still had my slave collar and found like the other ponies the tattoo on my ass was the symbol for Poseidon Farms, which was my owner's pony ranch.
I had not been particularly athletic, and really struggled first with wind sprints, then with pulling a sulky with a rider. They did work to keep me hydrated, which was good because particularly the first couple of weeks I sweated like never before in my life. They put sunscreen on me and pretty quickly I got a very deep tan.
My owner saw sex as a way to reward ponies for their efforts, rather than just as a means of using and humiliating them. Look, I had enjoyed sex when I was free, and within a matter of days began to look forward to being fucked after my daily workouts. It was hard, when I thought about it, to believe I had gotten so much into this that I enjoyed it.
The first day, David was my trainer and he worked me very hard. It was by far the hardest day physically that I'd ever had in my life. In spite of occasional breaks, being given water, and even fed, by the end of the training day, I was almost staggering. He brought me back to the barn, where two of the other ponies were being fucked as we arrived.
I was shocked at how much they seemed to be enjoying being fucked. The trainers finished with them and I was taken over to one of the breeding benches. I was not strapped down, but found David petting me as I settled onto the apparatus. It was surprisingly comfortable with some cushioning so I didn't have things poking my body.
David stroked my head, which was comforting and almost made me feel as though he cared. As it turned out, he did care about how his ponies felt. After stroking my head, he then proceeded to pet my back, which even though it was not massage, felt great. By the time he reached my ass, I felt like I was putty in his hands. He massaged my ass, which was sore from my workout, including spreading my butt cheeks.
I felt him lift my tail up out of the way, as he then caressed my upper legs, making sure my legs were spread apart. When he touched my pussy, I moaned and thrust my ass back to have him touch it even more. I swear, none of my boyfriends have ever made me feel this good or turned me on so thoroughly. He ran his fingers over my labia even touching my clit and getting his finger part way in me.
Hell, half my boyfriends never even managed to find my clit and David not only found it but knew how to touch it to make me feel wonderful. I was humping the air as he finger fucked me and I had a huge orgasm just from how he touched me. I was almost disappointed when he pulled his hand away, but then I heard his zipper and felt his cock spread my cunt lips.
He eased his way in me, unlike a few lovers who simply jammed their cock in me. He took a few strokes to get all the way in me. I felt his hips up against my ass and knew he was all the way in. I moaned again and was pleased as he began to gently fuck me. I was shocked at just how much I enjoyed this. He sweetly and steadily fucked me and took longer than most of my previous lovers to cum.
After several wonderful minutes, David got his dick deep in my love tunnel and I felt him fill me with his seed. I felt pleased and quite complete at not only how good I felt, but how it felt to satisfy David. He stood behind me as his balls emptied themselves deep in my inner being. As he came, he stroked my ass and I felt myself as sexually satisfied as I'd even been in my life.
David pulled out of me and petted my ass and I happily trotted back into our quarters to doff my bustier, footwear, and tail, then go back to shower. Unlike most pony ranches, instead of being hosed down, we could go back into gang showers to wash ourselves, or in some cases wash each other. A few of the other pony girls doubled up and washed each other and even got more intimate.
I was still high after being fucked by David and didn't want to spoil that by having another girl wash me. Look, it's not like I'd never done anything with any other girl, it's just I really preferred boys. I washed off and it was time for evening mess. David provided basic but decent food to his ponies. Mercifully, he didn't feed us the kind of slop that many ranches did.
I could hardly believe how lucky I was, given that I was enslaved, to get quite decent treatment. This ranch had dorm rooms for its ponies. There were no doors, since ponies don't get privacy, but there were beds to sleep on. I could have been on a pile of hay in a barn stall and this was so much better than that. I was truly blessed.
Many of us had sore muscles after our day of training. Most of the girls were willing to massage each other in exchange for receiving the same. Some of the girls went well beyond massages and there was no lack of girl-on-girl action in our dorms. I wasn't sure I wanted to get into that, even though I had been with girls before.
Still, as good as the sex might be, having some true intimacy was nice too. Chloe and I began to sleep cuddled up together after our massages, though I wasn't really ready for much more at the outset. A couple of weeks in, Chloe and I massaged each other and were lying down in bed together when I just had this strong urge and I leaned over and kissed her. We spent a minute kissing before she pulled back.
"Are you sure?"
My answer to that was nonverbal. I leaned forward, kissed her again, and reached out to fondle one of her boobs. She sighed and pulled me to her as she lay back on the bed. I rolled onto her and continued to kiss and touch her. Soon, she pushed me down to her sweet titties and I acceded, kissing my way down her upper torso.
I might be getting fucked every day and often more than once a day, but at that moment I needed more. As I reached her mammaries, I paused for a few seconds before taking one of her nipples between my lips. I sucked it as deep into my mouth as I could and it almost felt like I was trying to get milk from it. I gradually let it out and kissed and licked it before sucking on it some more.
I had a number of men suck on my boobs before I was enslaved and had sucked on a few myself. I was enraptured with Chloe's breasts though -- more so than any others I had known. After a while, I switched to the other one and gave it the same treatment. Now to be fair, Chloe was quite athletic and didn't have large tits, maybe a b cup at best. I still made the most of my time with them.
After a while, I began to move farther down her body to the really good stuff. As with all the pony girls, she had no bush. We all had ours permanently removed, along with our underarm and leg hair. I saw a sweet pair of labia, that were already glistening with her juices. I did a firm lick right up the center of her pussy, which made her moan softly and thrust her hips forward.
We all kept the sounds of our love making down. That just seemed to be de rigueur for the pony girl dorm. We could feel free to enjoy ourselves, but we tried not to disturb anyone else. On any given night easily a third to half the girls were paired up with other girls and enjoying each other, just as Chloe and I were doing that night.
I continued to lick her quim, getting deeper in her, as much as my tongue could manage. Her clit began to emerge from hiding at the top of her twat and I gave it the attention that it clearly craved. Chloe had her feet planted on the bed, and lifted her hips up to keep them in intimate contact with my mouth. I was more than happy to oblige and licked her love nest like there was no tomorrow.
Pretty soon her hips began trembling and she had a massive orgasm. She was biting a pillow to keep from shrieking with the pleasure. Her legs gave out and her hips dropped back to the bed, but my tongue followed it down and continued its assault on her nether regions until she whined and begged me to stop.
Chloe was far more accomplished than I and she brought me to multiple peaks of ecstasy before we both were quite exhausted. We lay in each other's arms kissing sweetly from time to time, and tasting ourselves on each other's lips. Eventually, I curled up and put my head on her shoulder and we fell into a deep sleep.
Chloe, as it turned out had been with another pony girl who reached the end of her indenture period, left and never looked back. Now some girls never slept with other girls, others slept around and had no one they were regular with. Some, like Chloe, partnered with someone and didn't sleep around. I guess I was lucky that Chloe had not found someone else before I arrived.
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Although I can't say I liked being enslaved or that I liked being run around nearly naked, while pulling a sulky with a driver, still I enjoyed the sex, both with the trainers and with Chloe at night. I was kind of an anomaly at Poseidon Farms. All the other pony girls were real athletes, unlike me. I mean I tried like hell but couldn't match what any of the others could do.
I was shocked to find that two of the pony girls were David's daughters. They had voluntarily indentured to run as pony girls. They were just as naked as the rest of us and got fucked just like the rest of us. They were among David's best ponies and raced often and did quite well. I was somewhat familiar with pony girl races, since they were quite a thing, particularly among horny young men.
They raced in only pony girl garb, meaning footwear, a bustier that left boobs and pussy exposed, and a horse tail plug. Some wore helmets or blinders that obscured their faces, but not all. After the race, the pony girls were fucked by their drivers in public for the audience to see. I dreaded the thought of racing as a pony girl, though all David's other ponies did, including both his daughters.
Since I was far from being in great shape when I arrived, they spent weeks training me. No, I was not fat or sloppy, but I wasn't a trained athlete when I arrived. David had indicated that he would sell me to my father, not that I was thrilled with that prospect. As long as I didn't race, I really began to enjoy life as a pony girl, at least the way David did it.
Some of the other girls made it clear that David was unusual and that most pony girl ranchers used their girls a lot more and harder than David did. Apart from having farm guests who would drive and fuck the ponies, the other owners would sometimes whore them out to people at the race track after the races. Mercifully, I was told that David didn't do that.
