The following is an erotic piece that explores the fetish known as “pony play”. If this is not your interest, I suggest you do not continue reading. ~mina
To read this tale from the beginning start here:
Now, to begin Part 2:
The whip cracks near my left ear and I turn to my right. The bells at my ankles begin to jingle as I walk slowly around the ring. I get halfway around, before the whip cracks loudly behind me. The blinders along my eyes make it impossible for me to see anything Master is doing. I pick up my pace and begin walking very quickly around the ring. In the distance I see a horse being lunged.
I make two full turns. Occasionally the whip cracks behind me if my pace begins to slow the slightest bit. The sun is beating down on my naked skin and I can feel beads of sweat begin to form. Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth as my teeth work into the silicone bit. I am startled as a sudden sting hits the back of my knee. Master has expertly landed the lunge whip right at the soft part behind my knee. Purely by reflex, I lift my leg.
“Good!”, Master yells. “Trot, my little filly. High knees and trot for me.”
I begin lifting my knees, bouncing from one foot to the next. Around the ring I go, briskly lifting my knees as high as I can. My breasts bounce with each step and the jingles at my feet become more pronounced. My breathing begins labors after only making the first tour around the ring. My drool drips freely from my mouth and my nostrils flare as I try to take in more air.
I make it around the ring five times before the whip cracks just a few inches in front of me. I stop and hold my place, my chest heaving from exhaustion. The whip cracks again before me, closer this time and I can feel the break in the air. I turn immediately and face my right. The whip cracks and lands squarely on my backside. I grunt from behind my bit and pick up my pace. Again, my knees kick high, as I trot around the ring.
The day is hot and the sweat drips from my skin. My breasts grow heavy as they bounce with each step I take. The sounds of the bells at my ankles broken only by the sound of a cracking whip reminding me to maintain my pace. My saliva runs almost in a stream down my chest and my arms begin to ache. My wrists, wet from sweat, begin to chafe in the restraints. I don’t know if I can go on any longer.
Ahead of me, far ahead of me, a whip cracks and I slow my pace until finally I am walking around the ring again. The whip licks my flesh gently as I walk a few laps around the ring, slowly allowing my breathing to settle and my muscles to cool.
Master begins to ravel the lunge line in slowly as he walks towards me. My eyes are wide and my nostrils flare as he runs a hand along my jawline, stroking me gently.
“You’ve done excellent work today, my filly,” he smiles. “Excellent work.”
I try to smile while wearing the bit and I nuzzle into Master’s hand to show my appreciation of his kind words.
“Let’s get you cooled off and showered like a good show pony should!”
I follow Master as he leads me to an area clearly designated for showering horses. The flooring is matted with a small drain in the middle. There are two pillars with cross ties. These particular cross ties have been altered for the use of a very small horse, perhaps a miniature? Master unbinds my wrists and I stretch my hands and arms out as he unfastens the collar. He places the leather pieces aside.
“On all fours, pony,” Master commands and suddenly I am aware that the cross ties have been altered for this little pony. Master approaches me and removes my elaborate head piece, leaving the bit in place. He buckles the cross ties to the large silver rings on either side of my bit. He then removes the ankle cuffs and the bells create a fanfare of sound. Master then approaches my rear end and slowly tugs at my horsetail plug. I help push the steel out of my ass, as he pulls it gently till it pops.
I hear Master turn a creaky faucet behind me and the sound of water rushing, hits the floor. Once he finds a suitable temperature, my body is suddenly assaulted by beating water. The stickiness and heat of the day washes away and down the drain. The water begins cooling my body even more. I am aware of how thirsty I am and when Master passes the hose over my head, I open my mouth trying to take in as much water as I can through the bit.
“Not too much, pony,” Master says. “We don’t want you to become ill with colic, now do we?”
I savor the water on my tongue. Master turns the hose off and approaches with a bucket of soapy water and a large sponge. He begins washing every inch of my body, thoroughly scrubbing the dirt, paying close attention to my feet and backside. He grabs a bottle of horse conditioning shampoo and lathers my hair with it. Satisfied with his work, he picks the hose back up and rinses my body clean until no suds can be seen.
As the hose turns off, I become aware of the familiar sounds of approaching horse hooves. I try to turn and look, but my head is secure in the cross ties. “Eyes forward, pony,” Master commands. “I don’t want to see you try to look behind you and hold still.”
I keep my head forward, wanting so desperately to see the approaching horse. “Ah, William!” Master beams. “Come here with that fine beast of yours. I’d like you both to meet my pony, my spirited filly, mina.”
My heart jumps a beat, but I keep my eyes forward. I suddenly realize that with an approaching horse, this also means that there are other human beings here as well in this very stable! It was one thing when they were lunging horses in the distance, but now there is another man looking at my exposed bits! My clit throbs at the very thought and my body betrays me.
“He’s a stallion, yes?” Master asks the unknown man named William.
“Very much so, Sir.” William’s voice sounds young. Not too young, but younger than I.
“Shall we see how much he likes my filly?” Master asks.
“If you would like, Sir,” I can hear the hesitation in William’s voice.
“Well, go on then. Let him approach my filly’s backside.”
I can feel the horse step closer as William lowers it’s head closer to my body. It doesn’t take the stallion long to understand what is being asked of him and suddenly his wet nose is pressing against my backside. I feel his flaring nostrils as he takes in quick, sharp breaths and exhales them forcefully. The warm air rushes over my exposed cunt. I am both exhilarated and terrified. I don’t know what Master wants me to do with this stallion. There’s a sudden rush of air against my folds and the stallion grunts and neighs. His head tosses, pushing into my backside and lunging me forward. I almost lose my balance. Behind me, I hear William gain control of the beast as he backs the stallion away from me. I panic a little.
Master moves and stands in front of me. “Mina,” hearing my name calms me immediately. “You know I am sick and twisted and together we make a pretty fucked up pair.” He pauses for a moment, as I take in his words. “But bestiality is not my thing, it is not our thing.” I take in a deep breath from between the bit. “But really, you should take in this beautiful sight.” Master makes a come hither motion with his hand and I can hear William leading the stallion around me so that I can see the two of them.
William, is exactly what I expected. He is younger than both Master and I. Perhaps in his early twenties. He’s lean, yet muscular, with dark hair and eyes. This job of caring for horses is probably paying for his college education. The true beauty, however, stands before me. A beautiful, black stallion. His nostrils flare with every breath he takes. I watch his skin quiver here and there. It’s soaked by sweat and I can see the distinct pattern of an english saddle imprinted along his back. He is a stunning example of a Friesian. My eyes trail over every inch of the stallion until I stop and gasp. There, beneath his belly, stands an erection that nearly makes me blush. His black penis, splashed with dots of pink, sways beneath his belly, fully erect. The stallion grunts and his erection smacks his belly. He tosses his head and neighs sharply. I watch his erect penis bob and I can’t help but feel a sudden ache between my thighs. I grow wet and ashamed at the same time. I should not be aroused by the erection of a beast.
“I must move him, ” William says calmly, while delivering a firm tug on the stallion’s stud chain.
“Yes, go on and take him for a quick walk around the stables. We will be gone by the time you return. Please make sure our things are returned to her tack room.” Master nods in my direction as William hurries to move the stallion along.
“You see?” Master smiles. “All beasts are aroused by your brilliant backside.” I nod in agreement. “Do you need to defecate?” he asks. I shake my head to signal I do not. “Urinate?” I nod in agreement. “Will then, go on.”
I hesitate, looking at Master with quizzical eyes and he looks at me, calmly, nodding as if saying “move it along“. Still on my hands and knees, I spread my knees wider apart and curve my back. I let my bladder relax and the warm stream begins to flow out of me. A puddle slowly forms between my knees and Master watches intently. The warm liquid begins to spread as I urinate far more than I realize. I feel the piss gather around my knees before my golden stream stops. I look at Master, slightly embarrassed.
“Don’t worry, my pony,” he says as he picks up the hose once more. “You’ll have plenty of chances to perfect your pissing abilities.” Master hoses off my backside and let’s the water flow the golden puddle down the drain.
“Now, onto the next thing, shall we, my good little pony?”
To be continued …
© Secret Desire
