This series is a side shoot-off that started in the Hu-Cow arc of my writing. There will be cross-overs, in my future writings they already have with the Farm series. My fetish stuff seems to be doing better, uncertain if it's because there is less written on it. I have sometimes found that to be the case in my own readings.
If you like the series, feel free to contact me, respectfully, and I am happy to correspond and get feedback, possibly adding things from readers or taking what they like into consideration.
As with all of my stories, everyone is always of age. If this is not your cup of bog water, please move onto something that is. Otherwise I hope you enjoy.
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Lorna moved through her barn followed by a naked male whose eyes were down, watching the other's woman's retreating form.
"Make sure the doors of the stalls have open space at the top to look out. The gates need to be tall enough to accommodate a standing animal. Perhaps we need to make the whole stall taller." Lorna mused, hearing the scrape of a pencil on paper behind her.
"Yes, Miss." came an obedient reply of her male assistant as the instructions were noted.
The facility was new. After the success of the cow farm, the family was branching out to encompass more fetishes. This time, it was horses and pack mules. While the livestock was the same, made up of slaves and unwilling victims, the housing had to be different because the ponies were conditioned differently and trained to do a different job.
Seeing all she wanted to see with the housing, she dismissed her assistant and returned to her own quarters.
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Six months later Lorna walked the same path, seeing how things had changed. Now their stable was filled to quarter capacity, but since the products were still being trained, it helped with discipline. She had been gifted eight specimens that needed work, just the sort of thing ponies did.
Currently there were two ponies out of their stalls, in full bondage gear, being led around. One red head, one brunette, each with a handler holding a riding whip. The handler swished the whip out, keeping the pony moving.
The ponies were strapped into shoes, forcing them onto their toes, in the shape of hooves, they had harness's wrapped around their bodies, keeping their breasts tight against them, but more importantly their arms bound behind their back ending with a strap that circled their neck. Their heads were unfettered for now, the handlers wanting to see the fear of the whip in their animals eyes. The ponies had been in the stable for only two weeks after being muscled into the hooves and arm binders.
Bits in the mouth, tied to gags to keep the animals silent to only making their species noise also helped guide them into a longe circle. Right now, proper steps and consistency were important to learn for the ponies before assigned to further jobs.
"Move it, you lazy animals!" swoosh, swoosh the handlers insisted, flicking their whips and making contact with the ponies. One screeched and corrected her gait while the other one stopped in her tracks. "Oh hell no you don't."
Moving to the stopped animal, the handler grabbed her by her hair and caned her with the unflexible part of his whip handle. She screamed in protest but starting walking again, followed closely now by her handler who did not spare the whip.
Lorna nodded at the training going on in the field. The handlers would run those ponies out, take them back to the stable and take out two more. The Stables were new, so their staff wasn't up to full capacity, just as well as there was enough work for the few staff they had.
There were empty stalls between each pony, keeping them somewhat isolated, but close enough they could see the others. The stalls had been modified to be taller, but the pony's could see who was approaching their stalls.
