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Dark Horse Ch. 01

By: AwkwardMD



This story contains some themes of dehumanization, and human characters are referred to as ponies, horses, and mares. However, no animals are involved in a sexual act. 

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"See you Monday, Liz! Have a good weekend!" 

"You too, Harv!" What a fucking idiot, Elizabeth thought to herself. She waved as he grinned and climbed up into his Hummer. Not an H2, or an H3. A full sized Hummer. No, he's not overcompensating at all... What she truly found wearying was that, despite her cool reaction to his less-than-subtle advances, he still thought he'd bed her eventually. Elizabeth was all for stringing him along to further her own career, but after 8 years? Take a hint. 

She slid into her sleek black Mercedes and exhaled. There were weeks that tried her patience, and then there were weeks that tried her patience. She flipped down the visor to check her lipstick, and the burnt orange luggage in her back seat caught her eye. Yes, this had been a trying week, she thought, but it's Friday. All across America, millions of people were celebrating the coming weekend, and in a few short hours she would be too. 

She pulled onto the interstate, and it all started falling away. It was 4:15, which meant that her husband Richard was banging his personal trainer. Or maybe the maid. Maybe he finally convinced the maid to join in with the trainer. She found it hard to keep track, especially when she cared so little. Til death couldn't come soon enough, as far as she was concerned. 

It's cliche to say that you wake up one day and don't recognize yourself, but a cliche is a cliche for a reason; It happens often. 

For Elizabeth, that day had come about two years earlier. At age 44, she was... miserable. At no time was she ever doing anything for herself. She bent over backwards for clients, she bent over backwards for colleagues, she bent over backwards for Richard. She hosted events and get-togethers for friends, friends who then fucked Richard behind her back. 

She'd managed to shower and get dressed that morning, but as she sat behind the steering wheel of her car she just couldn't find the strength to start the motor and make that soul-crushing commute even one more time. She took a personal day, and just drove. She took whatever turns looked like fun, and ended up deep in Virginia. At first, she was just enjoying the natural beauty around her. Gentle, sloping hills, roads with more curves in a mile than all 20 combined during her normal commute, and every shade of green under the sun. She rolled down her windows for the first time in a decade, and was just breathing. It was sooooo cathartic. And then, right about noontime, she crested a hill and there was a horse farm. Just out in the middle of nowhere. 

She pulled into the gravel parking lot and sat for a minute. Her patent leather pumps were woefully inadequate for the terrain but she had nothing more sensible with her, so she snapped off the heels and dealt with the odd bend to her toes. 

She was alone. She wandered down a row of stalls, and the smell... she was 9 years old again. Took her right back to the gentle painted she'd had as a girl. Meadow... Her face hurt from smiling, which seemed so ludicrous to think about. She genuinely smiled so infrequently that the muscles were tired within five minutes. 

Her parents had gotten rid of Meadow when she was 12. Money had been tight. Felt like 100 years, not 32. 

As Elizabeth walked, names and knowledge and nuggets of information she thought she'd left far behind bubbled up from the murky depths of her memory. She walked and walked, finding no one but the horses. Eventually she came to a stop at a stall without bars, and a chestnut gelding leaned out to nuzzle her. Nevermind what it did to the jacket of her tailored suit. Nevermind what it did to her hair. As she stroked his neck, the wheels began to turn. 

Of course, that farm had been far too remote for Elizabeth. She found a beautiful little patch of heaven an hour outside of DC, where she bought and then boarded a massive black stallion named Pronto and a gray mare named Stiletto. She spent every weekend, and at least three days each week, working with the pair. She reveled in the work, in the sweat. In the aches. In the punishment and the rewards. In the breakthroughs. 

Today, she thought as she sped down the highway, is going to be especially sweet. Elizabeth had her eye on a new pony, a breed she hadn't worked with before. Among the many wonderful things happening this weekend, she was finally going to get to start working with her dream horse. 

She pulled into the parking lot just as her new hands, Paulo and Mutch, were loading Stiletto into her new trailer. Pronto watched impassively from his stall at the end of the small barn by the parking lot. 

"Ya just went and got yourself a whole mess of shiny new toys, eh?" The wizened and white haired woman that hobbled toward her from the corral smirked as she flicked away a spent cigarette butt. "New ranch, new truck, new trailer... I knew ya had money, Liz, but yeesh!" Elizabeth smiled broadly as she pulled Betsy in for a hug. Betsy, the owner Blue Skies Ranch, had been part mentor, part mother to her. She'd learned more from Betsy in two years than any one person she could think of. 

"Bets, I'm gonna miss you most of all!" 

"Then stay, dammit!" Betsy smirked, and then waved a hand dismissively as she turned. "Ahh, I always knew you were gonna end up leavin'. This broke-down, two bit farm ain't fer you. Never was." 

"Oh, come on-" 

"No point in lyin' about it. Ain't gonna hurt mah feelins' none. Yanno, nearly everyone is here t'day ta see ya off!" 

Elizabeth frowned momentarily, before sliding into a wide grin. "Well get 'em together in the big barn! Maybe I can dig deep and find a few words!" 

"I think they'd like that," Betsy said as she ambled off. 

Elizabeth watched her go, calling for this person or that. Paulo and Mutch escorted Pronto out of his stall, and she smirked as she looked past them. 4 stalls farther into the barn, silhouetted against the daylight at the other end, Isabella was just putting her horse, Snickers, back in her stall. Elizabeth closed her eyes, committing the figure to memory. She reached inside her car window grabbed two water bottles protruding from her duffel bag, and went inside. 

"How was she today?" Elizabeth called out while still halfway across the small barn. 

"She's still... getting the hang of it," Isabella replied from inside her stall, her cadence interrupted by the effort of brushing down her mustang. 

Elizabeth leaned against the doorframe, and let her eyes wander "I'm still impressed that you'd want her to do all that running around. I mean, she's what, 18?" She could only barely hide her smirk. 

"She's got plenty of years left," the girl said obliviously, still focused on the task at hand. 

Elizabeth set the water bottles down on a ledge and stepped up to Snickers. The big horse nuzzled her shoulder and Elizabeth smiled. Long, wavy black hair. Caramel coloring. Dark, glittering eyes. Elizabeth closed the stall door behind her, grabbed one of the water bottles, and offered the other one to Isabella. 

"I'm gonna miss you riding her," Elizabeth said. 

The girl took a long pull from the bottle, and nodded. "We make a pretty good pair." Another sip, followed by a swipe at the sweat on her brow with her forearm. 

"It's a shame, really." 

"You could... You..." Isabella blinked, and braced herself against the side of the stall. "Yooo... Yew..." 

Immediately, Elizabeth was at her side, cradling her head. The girl's lips worked fruitlessly as she stared at the older woman. As she stared past her. As she stared at nothing. Ms. Winters set her down on a few laps of hay, and paused to listen. 

*** 

"You guys will probably never know how much being a part of this barn saved my life." The gathered group, mostly women, shrugged and smiled and avoided eye contact. They were humble people. Friendly and helpful, to be sure, but uncomfortable with praise. Almost as uncomfortable as Elizabeth now found herself giving it. 

"So where's yer new place at?" Betsy'd had one of the ladies drag her chair up to the barn, and was lounging in it. 

"Yah, you never did get to that," said Tammy, a fellow renter who'd taken Elizabeth on dozens of trail rides. 

"Well, I, uh, I bought about ten thousand acres an hour south of here. It's kind-of in the middle of that." Elizabeth colored slightly, as she always did whenever her affluence was the subject of attention. The assembled group whistled and nodded, and pressed no further. 

Elizabeth went on for a bit, recalling good times and hard losses. Most of the renters wanted a few final words with her, which broke down to either well wishes or advice that had been given before but warranted stating again. Elizabeth smiled and nodded, and took it all in graciously. In packs of one and two, the group dissolved until it was just Elizabeth and Betsy. 

"Not sure where Isabella is. Thought she was down in the lower barn. She'd have wanted to say goodbye..." 

Elizabeth frowned and nodded. "I wanted to say goodbye to her too." 

"Where did that girl get off to," Betsy said, as she ambled off. 

*** 

Her eyes popped open. It took a few seconds to resolve her surroundings; she was lying back in a reclined car seat. Ms. Winters smiled fondly at her from the drivers seat. She tried to speak, but found her mouth filled with a gag. She tried to force out the gag, but found her mouth covered with tape. She tried to remove the tape, but found her hands were bound together behind her back. She tried to sit up, but no amount of wiggling produced any significant gains. Every effort felt slow, as if done under water. 

Ms. Winters made shushing sounds as she reached a hand over to stroke her cheek. She tried to recoil, but passenger side of the Mercedes did not allow her to escape Ms. Winters' touch. The woman driving was a stranger to her. Ms. Winters' steel gray hair hung loose around her shoulders. She had never seen it out of a tight ponytail. Other details, seemingly insignificant things, jumped out. The set of Ms. Winters eyes and jaw, and the fact that she was wearing glasses... 

"Don't strain too hard, Velvet. You're only tied up so you don't hurt yourself, but that doesn't mean you can't if you keep fumbling." At first, she didn't realize the older woman was talking to her. Her name wasn't Velvet, it was... 

She shook her head, trying to clear the numbing fog. Her sluggish tongue fumbled awkwardly around the gag "Elthhbthh?" 

Ms. Winters put a finger to her taped lips, silencing her. "Shhh my pretty, don't worry yourself. You're safe. Everything is going to be just fine." The car turned beneath her, onto gravel. "Feel that," she asked. "We're almost home." There was a note of pride in Ms. Winters voice as she said the word 'home', like there was added meaning beyond the obvious. 

She tried to sit up, enough to be able to see out of the windows, but the effort was fully beyond her. She could barely remember being at the barn this morning... if it was even still this morning! Her nostrils flared as her breathing intensified in panic, and she flinched again as Ms. Winters fingers ran through her hair. The tips of Ms. Winters fingernails dragged lightly along the side of her scalp. Ms. Winters made calm shushing sounds, and although her first instinct was to quiet down and believe the older woman, a part of her mind screamed at the indignity of it all and at her eagerness to be soothed.  

She tried squirming even farther away, but there was nowhere to go. "We're almost there. Just a few more minutes." She cried, and closed her eyes. 

Even through her eyelids, she noticed when the interior of the car became darker. She whimpered as they came to a slow stop, and again as Ms. Winters turned to her and smiled. She shook her head, and her vision doubled for a moment. Had there been a water bottle? 

Suddenly, the passenger side door opened. A hand reached in to grab her shirt, and she was lifted. Her legs felt stiff and wobbly at the same time, but she thought she might still have a chance. As soon as her head peeked out through the frame of the door, she threw her shoulder into Ms. Winters. Shock broke across the face of the older woman as she turned and stumbled. Behind the car, the garage door was open. Beyond the door, maybe 200 yards away, the two ranch hands from earlier were unloading Pronto. She tried to scream, but the gag and tape reduced it even to her own ears. Her legs churned, but balance was nowhere to be found and the best she could manage was to slide along the side of the car. 

All she had to do was make it out into the fading daylight and be seen. All she had to do was be heard by one of them. 

Her head yanked back hard as a fist closed tightly within her long black hair, and her legs disappeared from underneath her. She landed unceremoniously, squealing less from the shock of hitting the smooth concrete than from having her hopes dashed. Ms. Winters reached over and slapped a red button, and the garage door descended smoothly. The fist in her hair never lessened as she was dragged, and she screamed again as the daylight before her dwindled to nothing. Thunder rolled ominously in the distance. 

"I doubt you'll believe me when I say this, but that hurt me much more than it hurt you. I'm sorry, Velvet." Ms Winters spun around in front of her, stepping over her legs and grabbing her shirt again. She was lifted up to her feet, and then faster than she could process, she was dumped over Ms. Winters shoulder. 

Logically, she knew she was flailing. She could feel her legs moving, but she also knew how feeble it was. She knew the effort was pathetic, and by comparison Ms. Winters seemed downright amazonian. Whatever had been in that water bottle had been... potent. She tried desperately to file away any scrap of information she could latch on to as she was carried, but she had difficulty looking anywhere but down at the heel of Ms. Winters boots. She thought she was carried through a spacious kitchen area, but it might as well have been an exact replica of a NASA Space Shuttle for all she really saw of it, or for all the good she thought that might do her. 

It was with great care, however, when she felt herself being lowered onto a couch. It was a deep couch, and she was able to lay across it without being pushed into the back cushions or encroaching on the edge. There was enough room, in fact, for Ms. Winters to sit down next to her. A fresh wave of hysteria crashed over her as she looked up at the older woman. 

"Lets get this off of you, shall we? Duct Tape is so un-becoming of a beauty like you." Ms. Winters smiled reassuringly as her nails peeled up the corners of the tape. It was over quickly, but her skin smarted from the pull. Then Ms. Winters was reaching down behind her ears, to the straps that held the ball gag in place. She sucked in a deep breath as she felt the loosening of the buckle, and as soon as her tongue could manage it, she emptied her lungs in an ear-splitting scream. Ms. Winters frowned and immediately fought to reinsert the gag. The girl tossed her head back and forth, but her inebriated efforts were easily overcome. "Oh, Velvet, I'm so sorry," Ms. Winters said a few moments after snapping the gag back in place. "That was cruel of me. No one will hear you, but you don't know that yet." The older woman's sad smile, as her cheek was stroked, was truly puzzling. "You think there is hope you'll escape, and you fight to keep it alive, but..." There was a long pause, broken only by her disjointed sobbing. 

"Your mind must be racing, Velvet. This must seem so surreal, but I assure you that this is happening. No, no, shhh. Don't cry, my sweet. Think. Think! If you're here with me, where are you not?" I'm not at home, she thought. I'm not... at home? Ms. Winters smile widened slightly, though it was still one of exquisite sadness. "You don't need to live in fear of her any more. You're with me now." Part of her brain shrieked that trading her terrifying, bipolar mother for a kidnapper was a lateral move at best, but she knew Eliz- 

She had thought she'd known this woman. Even as Ms. Winters stroked her cheek delicately, having delivered her from a miserable home life, she reeled and whimpered. 

Ms. Winters stood abruptly, her smile instantly warmer, and she crossed the room to a shoulder-high pile of boxes. Velvet tried to twist to watch her, but her arms were still bound behind her and her vision blurry. Ms. Winters produced a knife, and sliced into the top-most box in the pile. "Oh yes," she cried. "Yes, this will look magnificent on you." She held it up for Velvet to see. What at first looked like a black and pink t-shirt resolved into a black leather corset with pink trimming. Velvet whimpered again, briefly. 

The next box produced a pair of heeled black leather boots Velvet thought would reach the middle of her thigh, and a matching set of elbow-length gloves. Another box, another corset, this one sleek and all black, but with rings placed around the hips and back. Velvet tried not to think about what the rings were for. 

More boxes, more outfits. One box produced an interconnected set of leather straps that looked suspiciously like a bridle, but it would have been far too short to fit a horse. Ms. Winters seemed to have a system set up, as items from some boxes went into a pile on her left, some in a neat stack on her right, and others spread out on the floor behind her. "That is going to be adorable," she said, with a flat expression that didn't match the tone of her voice. 

Ms. Winters smiled softly, turning to Velvet. "Hmmm, but enough of that. Lets get you out of those clothes. They're hardly fitting for a pony, now are they?" 

Velvet's eyes widened in terror when Ms Winters grabbed a pair of shears from the side table. She wriggled against her bonds with renewed vengeance, desperate to get away from her kidnapper. If only the hands could hear me, she thought, but the gag reduced her screams to little more than gargled whimpers that sounded quiet even in the room. Outside, a rainstorm was just rolling in. 

Ms Winters paused, seemingly taken aback by Velvet's reaction, and tried to comfort her with a hand against her chest. 

"You poor thing... Don't be scared. I'd never let any harm come to my beautiful mare. Shhhh, shhhh... it's okay. I'm just going to remove these filthy rags. If you insist on struggling you might accidentally cut yourself and I would be distraught if I saw this body marred." 

Velvet's screams gave way to wracking sobs, her body succumbing to exhaustion. Tears streamed from her eyes as Ms. Winters hovered the shears over the edge of her shirt. "Deep breath, my pretty. This is happening." She started to snip, slicing fabric away with the cold shlick shlick shlick of metal on metal. Velvet's chest heaved uncontrollably, but not problematically. The shirt was quickly tossed aside. The sports bra was only slightly more difficult. 

"Magnificent," she said, setting down the shears. Her fingers trailed down along Velvet's ribs, and grazed over Velvet's abdomen, but her eyes remained fixed on Velvet's breasts. Color flushed across Velvet's cheeks and chest as she turned away. The confliction of her treatment against the compliments would have left a fully-present mind confused, and in her diminished state Velvet was simply and completely overwhelmed. 

Ms. Winters, after a full minute of allowing her hands to roam, finally brought them to bear on the girl's diminutive chest, but her eyes now watched Velvet's face. Flared nostrils and a sharp inhalation as fingers kneaded. The trembling of lips as her nipples were rolled between finger and thumb. The pinching of her eyes. The older woman nodded, satisfied. 


Dark Horse Ch. 01



Her fingers moved down Velvet's side again, but the touch was different this time. Fingertips pinched at her ribcage at intervals. She rubbed at Velvet's flattened breasts with the palm of her hand. Velvet gasped as fingers clamped down on her bicep and knee, and she was roughly flipped over onto her stomach. 

"Hmmm," Ms. Winters said, as her fingers slid along the flesh above Velvet's waistband. "We'll have to work some of this off." Indignation flared, and Velvet found a second wind of strength, but it was for nought. The older woman straddled her thighs and planted a hand firmly between her shoulderblades, effectively pinning her. "It occurs to me," she said, leaning forward to whisper past Velvet's shoulder, "that you may not realize how beautiful you are. Or why I chose you. Out of how many thousands of women." She paused, and her free hand raked away the long black hair so she could look the girl in the eye. "This is not a flight of fancy, Velvet. I've never been more sure of anything in my whole life." Velvet flinched lightly as she leaned in closer, laying a gentle kiss upon her cheek. 

With a grin, Ms. Winters sat back up. She laid her hands across Velvet's shoulders and spread them as wide as she could, measuring from thumb to pinky for symmetry, and then placed her hand back down firmly between the shoulderblades. She scooped up the shears and deftly sliced through the zip tie holding Velvet's wrists together, only to toss them down again and grab Velvet's right arm. She pushed the arm out to the side until it was level with Velvet's shoulder, and with bated breath, she removed her hand from Velvet's back. 

She smiled deeply when Velvet made no move to wriggle out from under her. 

She manipulated Velvet's arm in a variety of directions, her eyes watching the turn of Velvet's shoulders, or the symphony of muscles across her back that moderated such things. She twisted the arm backwards, gently, and carefully inspected fingers and fingernails. The couch cushion prevented her from doing the same to the left arm, but Ms. Winters was sufficiently happy with the aesthetics of the arm in prone to allow the detailed inspection to wait until later. 

The steel haired woman grabbed a pair of leather cuffs from the table and rebound the girls arms, and then spun around. She lifted one of the girls feet up until the knee bent 90º, untied and removed her boot, and peeled off her sock. Velvet found a brief moment of relief when she remembered she'd just painted her nails a deep shade of purple, but the realization of why that was a relief brought renewed panic. 

Ms. Winters, meanwhile, rolled her foot at the ankle this way and that. "Good flexibility..." She pressed her flattened palm against the bottom of the foot. "Beautiful arch..." She flexed the toes up and back, in groups and individually. "And such cute little toes. I adore the polish, sweetling." Her hands cradled the foot and shin as she set it down and scooped up the other. 

Velvet's face pinched in embarrassment, and she buried it in the cushion below her. The approval was almost harder to take than the abuse. Almost. The boot was loosened, the sock taken off, and the process repeated from scratch. There were no words this time, but throaty murmurs accompanied each phase of the inspection. 

"Poor thing," the older woman said. "You've had a rough day, haven't you?" Velvet whimpered involuntarily as thumbs pressed into the arch of her foot, kneading her tender soles. Her head was spinning. It barely registered when Ms. Winters picked up the first foot and repeated the massage. Or when she attached another pair of leather cuffs to her ankles. 

The older woman knelt down beside the couch, and Velvet flinched when she felt the shears press against her lower back. "Remember, girl, don't move too much." Schlick, schlick, schlick. The outer edge of the shears dragged down the back of one leg and then the other. Schlick, schlick, schlick. Her panties shredded in the process. 

Ms. Winters peeled away the remains of the mares clothes, pulled them out from under her, and gazed upon her. She reached behind herself to the table, pressed a button on the thin black remote, and Beethoven's Ode to Joy flooded the room, drowning out the rain. "A little 'on the nose'," she said distantly, "but I couldn't help myself..." Her hands hesitated over the bare hind quarters before gliding farther down. 

She carefully extended each foot, watching the calf muscle contract and tighten. Her fingers trailed lightly along the backs of tanned thighs, and she delighted in the jolts it sent through her new prize. Velvet's sobbing renewed, but Ms. Winters continued her hind quarters examination without pause. Her fingertips sank into that wonderful mixture of muscle and flesh, cupping together and spreading apart. "Oh, and it's so pink," she exclaimed, spreading the cheeks wide. 

The older woman's hand slid under the girls arm, but found a rigid tensing where she expected compliance. Velvet, still sobbing, held her whole body as tightly in position as she could. Deciding to meet strength for strength, Ms. Winters grabbed a handful of thigh and rib, and tossed her against the back cushions. Velvet cried out as she spun backwards, and immediately tried to wriggle back onto her stomach, but... 

Ms. Winters grunted and stumbled backwards. The back of her knee caught against the coffee table, scattering the loose items on top of it. "What was..." She bounced back to her feet and stepped over to the couch. Once more, she flipped Velvet onto her side, and although the bawling girl tried to tuck her knees in to cover herself, she was unsuccessful in hiding her penis. 

"No! What?" Ms. Winters ran her fingers through her bangs, palm resting against her forehead. There was no denying what she had seen. What she had not counted on. All her careful planning, all her hopes, all her designs, ruined. "I... I don't-" Velvet... Isabella... Whateve- 

The intercom squawked loudly, shocking them both into a silence. "Hey Liz?" 

Ms. Winters punched the giant white button on the wall behind her. "I'll be right out," she yelled, and released the button. The thing on her couch mewled terribly. Ode to Joy felt ironic on multiple levels as she stormed onto her porch and into the rain. 

*** 

"Oh man, she looks pissed," Mutch said. Paulo struck a match against the side of the box and lit his cigarette casually. He arched an eyebrow at the approaching woman and shrugged. "Just be cool and let me do the talking, ok man? I need this job." Paulo shrugged again, and they turned to wait for her. 

"What?" Her voice was like iron. 

"uhh... Hey... uh... Just wanted to, uh," Mutch stammered, "to let you know, uh, that the horses are all put away. We've got 'em... uh... fed and set up for today, and we'll be back on m- uh... Monday." 

"... You brought me out here to tell me that?" 

"Y-y-you said... You said you wanted us to touch base with you before w-w-we left..." He turned to Paulo for support, but Paulo merely shrugged. 

Elizabeth took a deep breath, sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'm sorry, guys. That was rude. I just found out I have a uh... a plumbing problem up in the house." 

"D'ya want Paulo to take a look at it for ya?" Paulo raised his arms to the sides, as if to say 'what the hell', but Mutch kept right on going. "He's handier at that stuff than me." 

"No, no. It's... Actually, it's not that big a deal. I just was surprised is all." For the first time, Elizabeth turned and looked around the inside of the barn. Several fans were keeping the air moving, and Pronto and Stiletto were comfortably situated in their stalls. 

"We got the feed 'n the hay all set up over there, so you'll just need to dole it out." 

Elizabeth nodded and smiled. "Okay, good. Did they give you any trouble once you got 'em here?" 

"Naw, you got em both good 'n trained. They were fine. 'Specially Stiletto." Mutch grinned at the gray mare. "She's just about the sweetest thing on four legs." 

"We'll see about that," Elizabeth said with a smile. Mutch turned back to her with a hint of confusion, but she continued on. "Thank you, fellas. Thanks for stayin' late tonight. I know you've both got families to get to, so you can go on home now." 

"Thankya, Liz. Have a good weekend!" 

"Stay dry," she said, smiling. 

Mutch waved as he jogged out into the rain and leapt up into the cab of the big dualie. "Thanks for the backup out there, man," he said once he was inside. Paulo shrugged at him as he buckled himself in. "It's a good thing I like you." He waited for the glow plug light to shut off before turning the key the rest of the way, and the massive diesel engine rumbled to life. Elizabeth was still standing in the door to the barn, waving, as they turned onto the gravel driveway. 

*** 

Ms. Winters paused inside the door, looking slightly puzzled. The couch was unoccupied. Her ears, however, were quick to notice the muffled grunting coming from the kitchen. She couldn't help but laugh as she rounded the corner and saw Velvet wriggling across the tile floor. "Oh, now that is adorable. Does my silly pony think she's an inch worm?" 

She chuckled as she knelt down next to the girl, and twined her fingers in the mare's hair. "Velvet, if you help me stand you up, I'll carry you back. Or, I can drag you." The ghost of a soft smile on her lips said which one she would have preferred, and Velvet sobbed reluctantly as she allowed herself to be helped up onto her knees. It took seconds to be carried on Ms. Winters shoulder back over the distance she'd fought for five minutes to cross. 

*** 

"First, and foremost," Ms Winters said as she sat down in an armchair, "I apologize for my reaction." Velvet laid flat on her back, and fought the urge to tuck her knees up and in to cover herself again. The older woman had straightened her out by force once already. "It was... reprehensible... of me to react like that, and... This may sound ironic, or hilarious, but I've been told I have control issues." An out-of-cadence bleat in the middle of her constant sobbing brought a smile to the gray haired woman's face, as she leaned back slightly and crossed her legs. "I know, right?" 

"Anyway, I feel compelled to express how little this changes. I worry that you think something will be different, or harder, now. You are in no more danger than you were an hour ago, which is to say none. This is a safe place. You are safe here." 

"Now, I want to remind you that Mutch and Paulo are gone. There is no one else to hear you for miles around. When I remove that gag, you will keep a civil tongue." Ms. Winters raised her eyebrows and paused until the mare managed a weak nod. "Good girl," she said with a smile. She got up sat back down on the edge of the couch. Velvet flinched and recoiled, but it was halfhearted. "Awww, look how puffy you are," she said as her hands slipped back behind the girls head. 

"P-p-p-please," Velvet stammered, as soon as she was able. "My n-name is Isabella!" Ms. Winters made soft shushing sounds as she ran her fingers through the mare's thick black hair. "Elizabeth, please!" 

"Calm down, girl. Calm down." 

"No! Please, I-" Velvet choked off her words at a sudden glare. When she started again, she tried much harder to keep her voice down. "I don't want to be your doll or what-" Again she was cut off; this time at a finger placed over her lips. 

"Hush little one. It's already been decided. Whoever you were, you're my Velvet now. My cherished pet. In time, you will come to see that this is for the best. For now, all you need to know is that this is happening." 

"Now, I'm about to go into the other room for a few minutes. One of two things is going to happen. If, when I come back, you are still right here where I left you, you will get a treat. You've had a very trying day, and I'd be some kind of monster if I didn't acknowledge that. If, however, you take to dragging yourself across my floor again... well..." She gripped Velvet's head in both hands and placed another soft kiss on the mare's forehead before getting up and stalking off. 

Velvet immediately began crying again, and looked fearfully around the room. 

*** 

Ms. Winters hummed softly to herself as she carried her bundle down to the basement. She could still hear Velvet; the poor mare hadn't stopped crying, but she wasn't hysterical anymore either. Right on schedule. 

She reached over to the wall, turned the red handle, and let the water run. She cocked her head at the stairs and listened while she waited, but gave up after a minute; the water was too loud. Once a healthy cloud of steam formed, she shut off the water, took a deep breath, and climbed back up the stairs with a small smile. 

There, draped across her champagne-colored couch, was her Velvet. Ms. Winters heart leapt, but she carefully controlled her face. Velvet had even stopped crying. "Wonderful," she said. She beamed at Velvet as she slid her arms underneath, and scooped up, the diminutive girl. She had to stop herself from laughing as the mare tried to cover her penis with her hands. 

Velvet's eyes had trouble adjusting to the dim light of the basement. On any other day, she would have noticed that her fear of the dark was driving her into her captors arms. Such was her exhaustion that it happened unconsciously. In one corner, a wide showerhead extended out from the wall directly over a drain hole in the floor. Ms. Winters had laid out a bucket beside it, and a thin cloud of steam hung in the air. In the other corner, three full length mirrors angled slightly toward each other and a wardrobe marked a dressing area. Between them was a heavy door. 

Ms. Winters gently lowered Velvet's legs, and the mare stood on her own for the first time. She huddled in place while the older woman took her wrist cuffs and lifted them to a hook descending from the ceiling. She barely twitched while her ankle cuffs were removed. Ms. Winters reached over and turned the red knob. A stream of hot water and mist washed over Velvet. Her tired muscles cried out, and she leaned into the stream. The world melted away. 

She felt something press against her side. She half opened one eye to see a now-naked Ms. Winters had stepped into the steam with her, gently rubbing a large yellow sponge along her flank. Suds raced down her leg. Velvet shuddered lightly. "P-please... let me go..." 

"Easy, girl," she said softly, just barely audible over the crash of the water.. "Easy." The sponge traveled in wide circles over the small of her back. The older woman stepped up behind her. Velvet shuddered again, feeling Ms. Winters breasts press against her shoulder blades. One hand slid underneath each of her arms. The sponge started over her stomach, but each swirl strayed lower. The empty hand, however, gently cupped her breast. Velvet looked down to see her hardened nipple peeking out from between two knuckles. It was her erection, however, that truly made her tremble. Ms. Winters face peeked into her peripheral vision. She was so close when she spoke that Velvet could feel her lips move. 

"You'll come to find that I am a very, very attentive owner." 

The sponge had long since stopped roaming. Ms Winters had folded it in half and bent it around her rigid betrayal. She wanted to deny her, to deny that the hand stroking her was welcome or enjoyable. To deny that which her body screamed was true. She wanted that desperately. A soft moan broke free in her throat, and Velvet's resolve slipped. She felt her head fall back against the taller woman's shoulder. 

"Good girl," she whispered, nuzzling the mare's neck. She ran her hand down Velvet's side, over her hips. She cupped a cheek, squeezing and parting. While one hand stroked out, the other, with just a finger, pushed in. "Very good girl..." 

Velvet gasped as her erection throbbed to it's full length. Her hips tried to squirm away from the sponge, but Ms. Winters pushed right back, pressing her groin against the mare's ass. "Oh my," she said, as she peeked over Velvet's shoulder. "If only my husband were this well endowed..." 

Velvet's knees buckled slightly, but the arm around her tightened and held her fast. Her lips trembled as she half turned and whimpered "...please..." 

"Not tonight." 

Velvet shook her head. "No... no, please let me go, Elizabeth... I wouldn't tell!" Her voice trembled with barely restrained emotions. 

Ms. Winters sighed in disappointment. "Now, now. None of that talk. We both know that won't happen." She gave Velvet's length a gentle squeeze, drawing a throaty gasp from her pet. "You belong here with me. In time, you'll see it too." 

"Noo," she murmured, but Ms. Winters was already pulling away and to the side. She heard the sponge slosh in the soap bucket, and her wash down resumed. Velvet whimpered pathetically, having been brought so easily to near-climax and left without the means to finish. 

The older woman stepped in beside her and ran two fingers down the back of her leg. Velvet flushed in embarrassment, recognizing the technique she had once upon a time taught to Elizabeth for training horses to raise their hooves to be cleaned. She lifted her leg, and immediately felt herself braced against the steel haired woman. 

Every inch of her body was scrubbed. Her long black hair was given extra attention in the form of a shampoo that left her nose and scalp tingling and a conditioner that smelled like a wild field. By the time she'd regained her breath, Ms. Winters had stepped out of the stream and was toweling herself off. The taller woman shut off the water, scooped up another towel, and tenderly dried her pet with the soft fabric. The towel lingered at her erection as she gave Velvet a coy smile. 

"Yes. That was lovely. Just what we needed." Velvet felt her arms raised up as the taller woman removed her cuffs from the hook, and she was led across the room to the three standing mirrors. Briefly, over her shoulder, she gazed at the door at the top of the stairs. A wooden stool sat, reflected in the center of each of the mirrors, and Ms. Winters guided her onto it. She produced a brush from the wardrobe, and stood behind the girl. In all three mirrors, Velvet was confronted with the sight of a proud woman standing over a small, defeated girl. 

"It may seem trivial," she said with a far away smile, "or silly, but this is the part I was looking forward to the most..." Her fingers wrapped around a length of hair. Velvet closed her eyes, just wanting it to be over. She didn't even realize she'd started crying again until she felt Ms. Winters wrap her arms around her shoulders. 

"Why me?" 

"First of all," she said, straightening up and resuming the brushing, "You are Velvet. You are my pet. There is no 'I' or 'me'. You aren't a person. You are Velvet." 

"I don-" 

The backside of the brush crashing into her hind cheek produced a squeak and gasp in rapid succession. "Perhaps," the older woman whispered in her ear, "you should consider being quiet for the remainder of this while what I am saying sinks in." Velvet closed her eyes, trying not to focus on the throbbing sensation in her ass. 

"Second of all..." She trailed off for a minute, considering where to start. "Did you know that, for most of my first year at Blue Skies, I thought you were Betsy's employee? You were there all the time. I didn't question it, it simply was. I knew you didn't live there, and I was pretty sure you weren't related to Betsy... I'll never forget the look on her face when she started telling me about your mother. About how she used to dread having to call your house, even just to say Snickers needed new shoes." 




Dark Horse Ch. 01



"Forget about trying to track down your Dad. Always in a meeting, or flying of to anywhere but home. And there you were." She patiently stroked the kinks from Velvet's hair. "Gentle and beautiful, but... sad. Afraid. How could I not want to take you away? To make you safe?" She paused, working through a particularly stubborn . 

"You would have these moments out there, when you were riding, when you left it all behind. Just moments. You would get this smile, and... and as soon as you would hop down, I could watch it all catch up to you. Like a shadow crossing your face." Another brief pause. The rhythmic brushing motion was soothing. "So... here we are. I know there's going to be some growing pains, but I am patient, and that life is behind you now." 

In all three mirrors, it was still a sad little girl who stared back at her. The woman behind the girl, however... the woman who dominated the girl, was smiling. She held up a ridge of the girls hair, inspecting it from multiple angles, and then let it fall. "Oh yes," she murmured under her breath, but when she continued, it was at normal volume. "Stand up." Ms. Winters took her by the shoulder and ushered her toward the heavy wooden door. She waited while the door swung open, and when the taller woman pointed, she took a few tentative steps into the darkened room beyond. "You're going to like this." 

Velvet moaned and nearly collapsed when the lights flicked on a moment later. She was in a long room, and in the space before her were four horse stalls. Spacious, sturdily constructed of a wonderful smelling pine. Rebar in the windows to reduce cribbing. In another life, she thought morbidly, I would have killed for this. 

Ms. Winters walked straight ahead, to the second stall, and slid open the door. "In," she said brusquely. 

Velvet padded across the concrete to the threshold and looked around. Fresh sawdust covered nearly all of the floor, except for a pile of hay in one corner. "Where do..." She opened her mouth again and shut it, struggling to figure out how to phrase a question. "Where... will... Velvet? Sleep?" 

Her effort was rewarded with a smile, and fingernails run gently through her hair. "There's a blanket on the wall, but it gets cool down here. You'll want to sleep on the hay. You might be a little itchy in the morning, but you'll get used to it." She shook her head and tried to take a step back but the fingers in her hair quickly tightened, and Velvet found herself being thrown forward with a strangled cry. Her foot caught on the frame, and she tumbled down into the sawdust. The door slammed shut behind her before she'd recovered, and she stood up just in time to see Ms. Winters standing next to the heavy wooden door with her hand on the light switch. "See you in the morning."



Dark Horse Ch. 02



This story contains some themes of dehumanization, and human characters are referred to as ponies, horses, and mares. However, no animals are involved in a sexual act. 

***** 

Velvet awoke with a jolt. She gave a short cry as she sat up and looked around in despair at the pine walls of her stall. Of her cage. Not a dream, she thought Oh god, it wasn't a dream! Soon, though, her eyes fell on the plastic bucket just inside the stall door. She scurried over to it and whimpered as she gazed at down at dried peach and orange slices, and an assortment of roughage. 

"I see you figured out what the sawdust was for," Ms Winters said from the other side of the stall door. "Very good!" 

"Is this m... Is this Velvet's breakfast?" 

The graying woman nodded. "I've carefully calculated the calorie count. Don't worry, Velvet. It may take some time to adjust to the diet, but you'll never go hungry. There's a water bottle up here, as I'm sure you must be thirsty." The mare whimpered. She felt renewed strength despite her fitful sleep. As she stared down at her bucket, her mind raced. "I let you sleep late today since yesterday was so... unexpected. It's 9 am now. I'll be back at 9:30." 

The heavy wooden door slammed shut. Velvet knelt with her bucket, and thought as she chewed. 

*** 

"This won't take long," Ms. Winters said, as she ran the brush through Velvet's hair. "You're a heavy sleeper, which is good. It means the morning brushing won't cut into our training." 

"Training?" 

She frowned peevishly, but the brush never stopped. "Yes, training. If you're going to ask silly questions, I can put the gag back in place." After several moments of silence, she added "That's better." 

Velvet, still naked, stared down at the leather cuffs on her wrists. At the reflection of her bare feet, perched on a rung of the stool. At her knees, which trembled slightly. Anywhere, really, except the reflection of the wardrobe behind her. She knew from the boxes she'd seen unpacked the night before that there would be costumes, and she was less than happy to find out what degrading couture she would be subjected to. She felt a tightening in her throat as the brush passed smoothly and freely through the last of her long black hair. 

Ms. Winters was wearing traditional English riding attire; a navy blue polo shirt tucked in to tight fitting tan pants with calf-high riding boots. As she turned towards the wardrobe, Velvet couldn't help but notice how the pants outlined her physique. When Elizabeth had first come to Blue Skies, she'd been, while not unattractive by Velvet's standard, certainly not in the shape she was in now. And while Velvet may not have been a big fan of English riding, the clothes, on boys or girls, always left her with a problematic bulge. 

The one-two punch of shame and fear had made sure that she never acted on that impulse. 

As she sat there on the stool, though, she felt angry. Angry that finally, for once in her life, someone knew. Someone who hadn't rejected her. Someone who thought she was sexy. Someone she herself was a little turned on by, and not for the first time either. And this is what happened? 

"Getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we?" Velvet snapped back to the moment to find Ms. Winters staring at her semi-erect penis with disapproval. "Very far ahead of ourselves." There was something different about her tone again. More commanding, or less understanding? "Put these on." 

Velvet flushed red as she turned to the tree of wooden rods the older woman had hung the clothes on. 

*** 

The mare grumbled. The corset was bad enough on its own, but rings that attached at the wrists of her gloves held her hands up in front of her like she was perpetually prancing. The tight fitting skirt left her bare-assed, and had a tie around her thighs that prevented them from separating above the knee. Worst of all were the boots, which had a platform sole at the toe but nothing at the heel. It looked like she had hooves, and she still wasn't tall enough to look Ms. Winters in the eye. The collar and leash were drops in the bucket of embarrassment. 

Velvet grudgingly accepted the steadying hand that was offered to her. The boots were going to require a lot of practice. She was led away from the stalls, past the stairs to the kitchen, to a set of doors she hadn't seen the night before. The older woman stepped ahead to open them, and Velvet was surprised to see they led outside. Ms. Winters was beaming as she stood in the sunlight. "Magnificent, isn't it? Look at all this room..." Velvet awkwardly stepped up next to her and looked around. There were two paddocks, an indoor riding arena, and a grazing pasture twice the size of the one at Blue Skies. Stiletto winnied in the small barn next to the garage. Beyond that, in every direction as far as she could see, was forest. "All of this is for you." 

Velvet snapped her head around. "For me!?" She'd spoken out of shock, too quickly to think, and cried out when the older woman produced a riding crop and smacked her bare bottom with it. 

"Yes Velvet," she intoned, "Pronto and Stiletto are just here as a cover. A... sham. I built this place for you. For us. Plenty of room to run." She paused, considering. "And nowhere to run to." 

Velvet tried to keep her face straight, but inwardly she quailed. How had she known? 

"I must say," she said, kneeling down beside Velvet, "those jeans you always wore were very tight, and yet I am in awe of your confirmation. You have some of the finest running legs I've ever seen." Velvet shivered as her captors hands ran over her thighs, and when the older woman spoke again, her voice was far away. "If there was a show I could place you in, I would. I surely would..." 

The mare closed her eyes and drew deep breaths, counting the seconds until this indignity was over. What about the indignity after that, a voice countered morbidly. 

"C'mon, girl. We'll use the indoors area. Everything else is muddy." Velvet stumbled along, barely keeping her balance as she was tugged by the leash. With her knees hobbled, she had to swing her feet out to the side to avoid tripping. As she went, she eventually settled into an exaggerated hip sway that eased the rest of the motion. Ms. Winters watched her out of the corner of her eye, and smirked. 

"Velvet hopes you're enjoying the show," she said flatly. 

"I assure you, I am. That is the point, afterall." Ms. Winters pursed her lips and came to a stop. "On the one hand, you used the correct noun form without stuttering. On the other hand, snide backtalk will not be tolerated. So what am I to do with you, Velvet?" 

"Let Velvet go?" 

Her smirk dissolved in the full arm slap that followed. The mare stumbled and gasped, but the leash did not allow her to stray far. "Stupidity will not be tolerated either. Now, what am I to do with you?" 

"F-f-forgive h-her?" Velvet winced and cowered, expecting another blow, and was shocked when none came. 

"The punishment," Ms. Winters said, with her fists planted on her hips, "is not the goal, you know. I didn't... I didn't have this place built... I didn't buy these horses," she said, gesticulating, "just to cover up an escalation of violence. I will punish you when you test me, but that is not the goal." 

"If s-she may ask, what is the goal?" 

Ms. Winters smiled fondly, and raised a hand towards her. "To have the pet I always wanted." Velvet recoiled from the hand, staring at it warily. "We'll get there," the graying woman said confidently. 

*** 

"It's too hard," Velvet whined. "Velvet's f-feet keep getting stuck in the sand!" 

"You're not even trying! Walk," the older woman said impassively. "I went easy on your yesterday because you were going through a big adjustment and I felt you needed some leniency and kindness. In the process, I think I gave you the mistaken impression that misbehavior will be tolerated." 

"Velvet is trying!" The riding crop landed again, against exposed skin on her upper arm. She staggered a few more steps reluctantly. "Velvet has been trying for hooours," she sobbed. 

Ms. Winters frowned and looked up at the clock on the wall. "I suppose we could do lunch now. Come on, girl. I bet it's much drier outside." 

Velvet gave an exhausted cry as she settled into the older woman's wake. Out of the riding arena and around the smaller paddock they walked. Velvet spotted a picnic table set up in a shady spot at the edge of the field. Her stomach gurgled, and she found herself actually looking forward to eating. Then she saw the tupperware bowl in the grass and immediately knew which would be hers. 

Just as Ms. Winters approached a muddy spot, she swung out a foot and tripped the older woman. She was two full steps into a run in the other direction before her owner hit the ground with a shocked cry. 

Velvet found that running, even with her knees tied, was far easier than walking. The natural bounce to her gait made dragging the hind foot forward just a matter of timing. She tucked her arms in tight and swung her shoulders for all they were worth, and for a few seconds, the treeline was so close she could taste it. Then she looked back. 

Ms. Winters might not have been able to catch her in an even race, but she was easily gaining ground while Velvet was hindered. "No no no no," she screamed, and turned forward. If she could just make it into the forest, she might be able to- 

Ms. Winters arm closed around her neck and the older woman went into a slide, wrangling the mare down with her. Velvet sputtered as her face hit the mud. "Nonononononono!! Please no pleeeease!!" 

"That," the older woman huffed, "was very naughty indeed." She shook her head, disappointed at how dirty they both were. On and on, the mare bawled, and Ms. Winters kept her pinned. She stroked her hair, caked as it was, until the worst of it was past. 

"Come on, girl. You still need to eat." That brought a fresh round of tears. She did, however rise up on to her knees, and allowed herself to be lifted up to her feet. The older woman kept her fingers tight around the mare's collar, and made her lead the way back to the table. Several times, the poor thing turned and wept at her over it's shoulder, but her surety never wavered. 

She kicked herself, mentally, for not using the leash. It had been right there in her pocket, but she'd colossally misjudged both Velvet's energy level and her will to fight. The mare barely reacted as the leash snapped on just before they reached the table. 

"Lie down," she commanded. The wretched pony did as she was told, and Ms. Winters anchored the leash around one of the legs of the picnic table. She made a mental note to have either a hitching post installed out here or a mounting point of some kind drilled into the table. She opened up Velvet's lunch container, put it down in front of her, and unhooked her arms. Velvet hung her head and picked quietly at the mixture of lettuce and nuts, only looking up occasionally to stare at the comparative feast of chicken salad on the table. 

*** 

A half hour passed in silence. Velvet stretched her arms frequently, glad to have them out of that accursed binding. Every minute or so, she looked up to see Ms. Winters staring down at her. Her sense of dread rose with each bite. 

"You know what has to happen now," she finally said. "Right?" 

"No." Velvet could only manage a fraction of her normal voice. 

"Yes you do. I have to punish you, don't I?" 

"No!" 

Ms. Winters slid over and sat off the back of the bench, facing the mare. "How can I not? If our clothes aren't ruined, I'm at least looking at a stiff dry cleaning bill." 

She huffed, and whimpered "No," but the fight just wasn't in it. 

"Velvet, I've told you that you're safe here, haven't I?" 

"Y-y-yes?" 

"We're going to perform a little trust experiment then. You're going to trust me to handle this punishment appropriately, and I'm going to trust that when this is over, the matter is settled. You're going to trust me that I won't push you beyond what you can take, and I'm going to trust you not to tap out too soon. Do you understand?" 

"Yes?" 

"That wasn't very convincing. What do you understand?" 

"That Velvet... that Velvet needs to be punished." 

"For what?" 

"For trying to escape?" 

"And?" 

"And... and because Velvet attacked..." 

The mare blinked, her defeated expression parting briefly in the face of confusion. "Miss Winters," she said, lifting her chin. 

She nodded and looked away. "Because V-velvet attacked Ms. Winters." 

"Honestly, Velvet, I'd be a little disappointed if you didn't try to run away at least once. It's completely unnecessary, of course, and foolhardy to boot, but... Attacking me is where you went wrong. Now why don't we get this out of the way?" Velvet tried to take a deep, calming breath, but her chest was still wracked with hysterics. She nodded, and the older woman took up her leash with a stern look. "Remember, I take no pleasure in this." 

Maybe a little pleasure, Ms Winters thought. 

She lead the weeping mare back to the house and into the grooming room. She tied the leash off on a hook and stripped the mare unceremoniously. Velvet gave half-hearted cries as each piece was ripped away, finally leaving her nude and shivering. Ms. Winters stripped down to her bra and panties, and Velvet had to fight not to stare again. Once more, the older woman took up the leash, and lead her over to the drain in the floor. "Stand still," she ordered, as she unfurled a hose from the nearby corner. 

"Wait, wha-" The water from the hose was frigid. Velvet curled to protect her center of mass. 

"Put your hands down," she yelled. Velvet cried and fought every protective instinct, keeping her arms pinned at her side. Mud fell away in dribs and drabs under the biting spray. "Turn." Velvet fought for extra length at the end of the leash but the older woman held firm, keeping her squarely in the powerful stream. And then, just as her body began to adjust to the cold, it stopped. After a cursory patdown with a towel, Velvet was lead through the heavy wooden door. 

An opening in the far wall of the stable lead to stairs, and Velvet found renewed despair as she looked around the room at the top of them. The walls were lined with hand held instruments; dozens of paddles of different lengths and widths, scores of riding crops, several whips, and an assortment of canes. Velvet was so busy staring at the implements that she didn't noticed being walked up to a workhorse until Ms. Winters began strapping her ankles to it. 

"Bend over," she said firmly. When Velvet hesitated, she grabbed a fistful of hair and forced the mare over the wooden device. "Stay." She swiftly applied a pair of manacles that were bolted to the floor and took a step back. "Velvet, do you remember the trail ride we took down to Lake Wahego?" 

"W-w-what?" 

Ms. Winters strode over to the wall, immediately selecting a pinky-thick cane. "With Tammy and Betsy? Surely, you remember..." 

The mare merely whimpered in confusion. The older woman stalked back across the room, and without pause, and immediately laid the cane across her exposed backside. In a span of ten seconds, an equal number of angry red welts began to rise from her light brown rump. 

"Dios Mio," she screamed. 

"This was before you had Snickers. What was that horses name?" Velvet's cries devolved into wordless blathering under another wave of strikes. The wooden floored room echoed loudly. By design. "Harlan, wasn't it? Pretty sure it was Harlan. He was a giant!" 

"Pleeeeease," she mewled, but her cries fell on deaf ears. Rows of welts like lines on a paper. 

"We followed that creek down for, gosh, it must have been miles." 

"Pleeeeease!" The welts ran together too often, overlapping too frequently, to pick out individual lines. Each cheek bore a red mass of inflamed tissue. 

"And then that rattler spooked Harlan, and he threw you. You've gotta remember this." 

"Pleeease stop!" 

Ms. Winters walked around in front of the workhorse and got down on one knee. She delicately pushed the thick black hair to the side and smiled at the puffy faced mare. "You broke your foot. There we were, miles away from anything. Betsy was freaking out. She was probably worried about a lawsuit from your mother. Tammy was useless as anything but a guide, and it was my first trail. And you... You needed my help, but you got back on. Needed both hands to hold tight, so I took your reins. I was in awe of your strength... I can't imagine the pain..." The girls sobbing slowed, and recognition flashed in her eyes. "That was real pain. I hurt just looking at your boot, twisted like it was, but I got you home... and I will see you through this too." 

The girl sniffled and nodded. Ms. Winters let go of her hair, letting the black curtain fall around her face again, and stepped back around behind the workhose. She lightly traced a finger over the darkest welt and sighed happily. "I will see you through this too." 

*** 

"That was... disappointing," Ms. Winters said, as she walked back into the grooming room. The rest of Velvet's training in the afternoon had gone nearly as poorly as the morning. She was practically dragging the mare behind her. "I'd hoped for better, Velvet." The mare broke into a fresh round of tears, and the graying woman instantly regretted her tone. She turned and took the weeping mess by her shoulders. "Breaking in a new pony is always hard, for the pony and the trainer. Once you learn to behave this will be a lot easier. For both of us." Velvet nodded slowly, and Ms. Winters smiled. "Now, lets get you cleaned up." 

The evening disrobing was a far more gentle affair, although Velvet still wept. Her crying ramped up as she was led over the drain in the floor, but the older woman calmly stroked her neck as she turned on the stream of hot water. Velvet stood, slump-shouldered, as the steam began to rise. The hand that pressed against her lower back was both a shock and welcome. She half turned, but the older woman again stepped up behind her. This time, she just held the mare. 

*** 

After the water stopped and Velvet had been dried off, Ms. Winters retrieved two small bottles from the wardrobe. Velvet couldn't help but notice that her leash hung from a hook not four feet away. All she had to do was lift it. Instead, she turned and waited. The older woman smeared a film between her hands as she walked behind the mare and squatted down. 

"This might sting," she said, as she pressed both hands firmly against Velvet's sensitive backside. The mare cried out and lurched up onto her toes, but the pressing hands and their stinging ointment followed. Slowly, the hands began to swirl. Velvet noted, reluctantly, that while the stinging was awful, relief was not far behind. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, enduring as best she could. Within a minute, the soothing had spread fully. The pressure of her hands still smarted, but the raw edge had been filed down mercifully. And yet... 

Still the hands remained. Moving slower now, pressing deeper. Not pressing, kneading. Pushing together. Spreading apart. Velvet gasped as a rush of warm air broke over her hole. The older womans fingers gripped and regripped, over and over. Each time, the thumbs came closer toward the center. She felt her cheeks igniting. When she leaned her head forward, and her hair cascaded around her face, she was glad for the way it hid her discomfort. It's not all discomfort, a voice said, which made her blush all the more. The periodic chuckles of amusement from behind didn't help. 




Dark Horse Ch. 02



"I could do this all night," the older woman said eventually, "but there are other matters to see to." She reached over for the second bottle, and squirted out a much larger dollop of blue gel. Velvet gasped as both hands clamped down on her left thigh, and an icy rush broke over her skin. Again the older womans fingers pressed, but the massaging met with no confusion this time. There was only weary sighing as the cold sensation transformed to heat. Ms. Winters worked up and down her mare's thigh and calf. Along the tendons, and around the joints. 

The older womans fingers penetrated deeply, dancing along the razor's edge of pain and comfort. Velvet whimpered. This whimper, however, was a sound unlike any she had uttered throughout the day, for it represented a different sort of frustration. The lingering heat from the second ointment broke over her bare skin in waves and pulses. She almost cried when the older woman stood up and washed off her hands. 

Velvet sat very still while Ms. Winters brushed her hair. Her arms were slid into sleeves, engulfing her from fingertip to shoulder, but she did not watch. The sleeves were bound together behind her, but she did not fight it. She was led back to her stall, and she sat in the hay. She stared at nothing. She thought about nothing. And for a little while, that was exactly what she needed. 

*** 

"Velvet," Ms. Winters said softly. The mare was sitting right where she'd left her two hours before. When Velvet looked up, she looked haggard. The older woman slid open the door and stepped into the stall. "I made you dinner." Velvet nodded half-heartedly. "Before we get to that, I need you to stand up." The mare slowly rolled up onto her knees, and eventually, up onto her feet. The older woman put down the plate and produced a pink piece of ribbon from her hind pocket. "Now, stay very still." Velvet sighed absently. 

However, she watched with growing interest as the older woman knelt in front of her and looped the ribbon behind her scrotum. Her eyes slowly grew wider as the ribbon pulled tighter and tighter, forcing her testicles down. Tighter and tighter. Velvet squeaked and took a half step back, but was drawn short by Ms. Winter's withering glare. The older womans fingers were a blur as she began to fold the ribbon into a wide bow knot, and Velvet squeaked again as it pulled taut for the final time. She carefully draped the mare's penis over the center of the knot and sat back to admire her work. 

"It occurred to me," she said, "that this may be the source of our little behavioral troubles." She tilted her head, staring at the knot from a new angle. "You see my problem, don't you?" Velvet only whimpered, her eyes locked on her slightly reddened jewels. "Velvet," the older woman snapped, and the frightened mare made eye contact as if her life depended on it. "I will have you for my pet. I can make you more docile, and I will if that's what is required. If you behave, I'll let you stay the way you are. Do you understand what I'm saying?" 

"Y-y-yes!" 

"I'd be just as happy with a gelding as a stallion. Now sit down, Velvet." 

Velvet delicately dropped down to a kneeling position, fearing every move she made before and as she made them. The graying woman grabbed the plate behind her and set it on her lap. "Open." 

Velvet opened her mouth, but continued to stare down her nose at the wide pink loops until the spoon interrupted her view. A tiny part of her brain knew she should be just as fearful of the food as she was of the ribbon, but it was... good. It wasn't meatloaf, but... She chewed rapidly, and as she was swallowing, found another spoonful hovering just before her lips. It was good. 

It was good. 

Somewhere around the fifth mouthful, Velvet began to try to remember the last time her own mother had cooked. Somewhere around the nineth, she gave up. Somewhere around the eleventh mouthful, she began to weep. "Hmmn shwawee," she managed, before breaking into hysterics again. 

Ms. Winters set down the nearly empty plate and moved over beside her mare. "Shhhhhh girl, it's going to be alright." 

"I'm sorrryyyyy," she cried, as she leaned her head on the older woman's shoulder. "I'm sorry!" 

"There, there," she said. She stroked the mare, holding her through alternating apologies and promises of improvement. She lowered the poor things head down into her lap, and held her until she fell asleep. 

*** 

Velvet was up and awake when Ms. Winters came down in the morning, but there were heavy bags under the mare's eyes.. "C'mere, girl, lets get you out of those," she said, as she opened the door. Velvet walked up to the edge of the stall expectantly. "Not yet," she said. "Turn around." The older woman unbound and removed the sleeves, and laughed as she picked several stray pieces of straw from the mare's hair. Velvet turned around again, slightly pushing out her hips, but the older woman held up a hand. "Not just yet. There's something I want to do before I take that off." Velvet looked puzzled as she was lead out of her stable and into the grooming room. She started to turn towards the shower, but- 

"No. Over here." Ms. Winters pointed at the stool in front of the mirrors, and Velvet carefully perched herself atop it. The mare was walking tenderly, the older woman noted with a smirk. "I know you said you were sorry," she said as she walked over to the wardrobe. "I know you said you'll do better. But talk is cheap." Velvet's eyes nearly bulged out of her skull when the older woman raised her hand and flicked on a pair of sheers with her thumb. "You have to trust me." The mare fidgeted on her stool, feet twitching, but she remained seated. "I only want to make you beautiful. Do you trust me, Velvet?" 

"Y-yes?" 

"Does Velvet want to obey?" 

"Yes..." 

"Yes what?" 

"Yes, Velvet wants to obey." 

Velvet closed her eyes and bit her lip, and when the electric razor pressed against her temple, she gasped, but she did not move. The razor flowed back past her ear like an angry hornet, and something tickled her shoulder. Tickled her knee. Tickled her feet. Ms. Winters placed a hand on her chin, and Velvet adjusted her head to a slight degree. The older woman ran a hand through her hair, and the razor made another pass. More tickling. Ms. Winters blew a sharp breath against scalp that should not have been able to feel it, and the razor made another pass. Back behind the ear. Her skull vibrated, and Velvet quailed inwardly, but she did not open her eyes. 

Ms. Winters tilted her head the other way. This time, Velvet whimpered aloud. The razor perched over her temple, nipping at her skin and buzzing at her ears. It hovered for what Velvet felt like was an eternity, but she did not move. 

Finally, the razor dove into her hairline. The mare flinched lightly, but the hand that held her chin was firm. She found comfort in that. It was... steadying. Figuratively, as well as literally. It was sure where she was not. It was constant. Velvet trusted the hand. 

"Theeeerrrre," Ms. Winters said. "That is a-dorable." 

Velvet peeked her eyes open and gaped. The older woman had all of her hair piled up above her in a crest. Both sides of her head had been sheared down almost to the skin. It wasn't until the older woman let go of her hair that recognition truly hit her, though. 

"Y-y-you gave Velvet a mm... a mm-mane?" 

"Yes, I did," Ms. Winters said, as she leaned over the mare's shoulder with a smug grin. In all three mirrors, the older woman licked her lips. "Ugh! That is sexy! " She shivered with delight as she ran a hand over the freshly buzzed section. "Oh! It even feels like velvet now! Oh yes... Now, lets get that bow off of you," she said, as she came around to kneel in front of the stool. Velvet barely noticed though, as she could not stop staring at her reflection. Her eyes took in all three mirrors at once. She gave a soft cry as the knot around her tender pouch loosened, but her eyes never lowered. "You can't stop staring at it either, huh?" 

In fact, Velvet did not know how she felt. She said it was sexy, she thought. Those five words lingered in her head for hours. 

*** 

Velvet yelled out as she fell. Her bruised palms shrieked at being ground into the dirt again, but she was already starting to get up before the command rang out over the field. She despaired that she would never get the hang of her boots. As she lurched back up to her feet, she marked the progress of the sun across the morning sky. She paused to take a deep breath, and waited. 

"Walk!" The riding crop fell against her already tender flank, and she jumped forward with a yelp. After four steps, the long toe of her boot snagged in a patch of tall grass, and she tumbled to the ground again. The soft, almost-mud was forgiving to land against. She grimaced and rolled onto her knees. 

*** 

Velvet's brow was heavily furrowed as she was led back into the grooming room at noon. Ms. Winters frowned as she hung the mare's leash from the hook above the drain and turned back to the short pony. 

"Velvet is sorry," she said, although she didn't look sorry. She looked angry. 

The older woman stepped around behind her to loosen and remove the muddied corset. "And why is she sorry?" 

"Velvet did her best, and she..." The mare paused to shake her head and sighed. "She still failed." She stepped out of each boot as it was unzipped, flexing her toes against the concrete. 

"And why does Velvet think she failed?" 

"She... ruined more clothes," she said warily, feeling less certain saying it out loud. The graying woman stripped off her gloves, and Velvet stretched her arms. 

"Do you think I was lost when I led you into that field?" 

"N-no, of course not." 

Ms. Winters kicked off her boots, and began pulling down her pants. "I bought ten thousand acres of nothing and had a ranch built on it. Do you think I can't afford a few corsets?" 

Velvet blinked. "No." 

The older woman tossed her shirt in the corner, and reached behind her back to loosen her bra. "Then why do you think you failed?" 

"Is..." The mare swallowed hard and looked around. "Is Velvet going to get the-" 

She stopped, somewhat in shock, as Ms. Winters reached over to hit the red knob, and a stream of warm water struck her face. "Do you trust me, Velvet?" 

"Yes," she said quickly, breathily. 

"Then you must trust me to know what you are capable of." She ran her fingers through the mare's hair with a smile. "You were wonderful out there today, Velvet." 

"But... but she fell all the time!" 

"You did everything I told you to do," she said, her eyes flashing brightly, "to the best of your abilities. What kind of owner would I be if I didn't reward that?" 

"Why are we inside then? Are we going back out after lunch?" 

"So eager!" The older woman bit her lip with a grin as she reached for the shampoo, and Velvet turned around. "No, we will not be going back out after lunch. I have other plans for the afternoon." 

*** 

Velvet fidgeted on the stool. Her backside was still incredibly sensitive, and she couldn't find a comfortable way to sit. She desperately wanted to massage the backs of her legs but the leather cuffs on her wrists made the angle problematic. And so she sat. 

At a sound, her eyes flicked to the mirror, and she watched the reflection of the nude Ms. Winters descend the staircase from the kitchen with her hands behind her back. "Are you ready for your reward," she asked as she crossed the room. Velvet nodded, and caught a flash of orange just before the older woman stepped between her and the mirrors. Velvet tried to tilt her head surreptitiously to see what was behind, but the older woman leaned and shook her head. "No peeking!" Velvet sat up straight, and waited. 

Ms. Winters stood still. For several minutes. The mare's aching buttocks cried out for her to move, but Velvet managed to make only small adjustments without moving her head to either side. With each passing minute, the older woman's grin grew wider. Velvet began to whimper and fidget more sharply, and with a flourish, the older woman produced a massive carrot. "Tada!" 

Velvet was crestfallen. It was maybe the largest carrot she'd ever seen, although she'd never thought to keep track. It seemed like an odd trophy to be given after difficult outing, and she struggled to find an upside. Her eyes poured over the thing, trying to deduce it's secret value, and was too focused to see the darkness creeping into Ms. Winters' grin. "I'll give you a hint," she said eventually. "It won't help your vision, but it will do wonders for your posture." No recognition flashed in the mare's eyes. 

"Stand up." 

The older woman took her by her leather cuffs and raised her arms up. Velvet's eyes continued to take in the carrot's abnormal length and girth, barely noticing as her arms were lifted her head until her feet were just barely flat on the floor. Ms. Winters grabbed the stool and dragged it noisily away, pausing at the wardrobe for a small jar. The mare twisted, trying to peer back over her shoulder, puzzled. 

"Still haven't figured it out?" Velvet shook her head, and the older woman leaned in close, past her field of vision, to whisper in her ear. "I'm going to take your virginity." She reached around and slapped the mare's ass, and shock jolted through her right alongside the pain. 

"With that?!" 

"You are still a virgin, aren't you?" 

"No no no no no no!" 

"I mean, I assume you are." 

"Velvet doesn't want a reward!" 

"This is good," she said, circling the dangling mare. "You protesting, pretending you don't want this. It works for me." 

"Velvet isn't pretending!" 

"I couldn't have written your lines any better. Just wonderful." She set down the jar and the carrot, and walked back over to the wardrobe. "Lets see, lets see, did I remember- Oh! Yes I did!" 

"Please, Velvet wasn't very good today! She doesn't deserve anything!" 

"I will decide what you do and do not deserve," the graying woman snapped, and the mare gasped. Ms. Winters picked up a length of pipe from beside the large wooden fixture, and stalked back over towards the mare. "That would be the very definition of the inmates running the asylum. Oh Velvet," she said, "do you have any idea how lucky you are? To have met me at just the right time? To have me to show you these things about yourself? Spread your legs." 

She knelt down behind the mare, and strapped a foot to each end of the pipe. As she stood, her fingertips trailed a long, winding circle that started at the ankle, raced over her calf, wound lazily around her thigh, passed tantalizingly close to her groin, and finally came to rest over her abs. She stared down into tear-filled eyes and smiled. "Do you trust me?" 

"Y-y-yes." 

"There is nothing, in this world or any other, sexier than trust." She gently cupped the girls chin, and spoke softly. "You will give yourself to me. You will let go, and I will teach you." 

Velvet found herself, to her own great amazement and shame, nodding. 

The woman purred softly at the gesture. The slick warmth of Ms. Winter's tongue dragged up the length of her ear as the carrot wormed up between her cheeks. The tickling of her owner's breath against her cheek sent a small shiver of excitement up the mare's spine. "Are you ready, my pet?" 

Velvet winced as the greased carrot slowly began to twist and grind against her straining pucker in a battle for ingress she knew she would be on the losing side of. "N-no..." 

The older woman grinned impishly. "That's too bad," she said, and gave a sharp push. Velvet screamed and tried to lift herself up off the ground, but the carrot relentlessly followed. "Settle, girl! Settle! It's already in." Her arms quivered as she slowly returned to the floor. Each exhalation was a heaving grunt forced through gritted teeth. "It's already in." 

Velvet's eyes rolled wildly. "Hnnnngh, please! Please no!" 

"Shhhhhh, the stretching is the hardest part. Just relax..." 

"She ca... She ca... She ca..." 

"You can, and you will." Ms. Winters repositioned her hand, such that when she slowly withdrew the carrot and suddenly jammed it back in, Velvet felt the same length violently intruding in her middle. "You can't fight it. It's already done. All that's left is for you to accept how this makes you feel." 

"It huuuuuuurts!" 

"Every girl's first time is painful," she whispered. The older woman's free hand grazed over the mare's chest, and found achingly hard nipples. "Oh Velvet, you delightful creature... Open your eyes. Tell me what you see." 

"Sh... She... owww... she sees herself." 

"Do you know what I see?" The older woman gave a quick one-quarter turn to the carrot. 

"Hnnnnnnngh!! No!" 

"I see that you.. are... hard." 

"What?!" 

Another quarter turn, and the mare squealed. Winters grabbed the mare's rigid cock, and pushed it to the side. "Look at it, Velvet. Is that, or is that not, as long as it gets?" 

The mare whimpered and peeked one eye open. "Y-y... yes!" 

"This is your body reacting to me. Telling me... No, screaming at me. Begging me to take control of it. Do you see this, Velvet?" 

"Sh-she sees!" Another quarter turn, but slowly, and another half inch pushed inside her. "She sees! She sees!!" 

Ms. Winters shuddered heavily beside the writhing mare, and bit her lip until it paled to near-white. After several long, steadying breaths, she leaned in to whisper in the mare's ear. "Alright Velvet. We're going to play a game. In a minute, I'm going to take my hand off of that carrot. Do not let the carrot hit the floor, do you hear me?" She whimpered affirmatively. 

"Good. I'm going to let go now," she said, as she began to stroke Velvet's cock. "Trust me, you're going to want to keep it in there, or the game will stop." 

Velvet whimpered again, and pinched her face tightly as she bore down on the carrot. The older woman licked her lips and took a step back. The sight of the bright orange object protruding from between the girls tanned and muscular cheeks filled her with pride. "What a fine specimen," she said as she settled down on her knees in front of the mare. She planted one hand firmly at the base of her cock, then the other pinky-next-to-index; the mare's swollen head peeked out from her hands. She delicately stuck out her tongue, and dragged it along the underside of the glans. Velvet gasped and looked down, face slightly red from the effort of maintaining. 'Two hands in length, Velvet. Very, very impressive." The mare bit her lip and threw her head back at one slow lick along the side. When the older woman wrapped her lips around the head, though... 

"Nooooooooo," Velvet whimpered, shaking her head slightly. 

The older woman hummed, lazily dragging her tongue in circles around the head. She backed off and clamped down both hands tightly, watching with patient glee as the head turned purple. She pursed her lips and blew gently over it. 

"noooooooo!" 

Ms. Winters loosened her fingers and removed one hand, and immediately took the exposed length fully into her mouth. She dragged her tongue back and forth along the underside as she pulled out to the head, and then back in to kiss her fingers. She looked up with glee to find Velvet staring purple-faced. 

"noooo..." 

Without breaking eye contact, the older woman removed her other hand and pushed farther in. Her hands reached around and sank into the welted flesh of the mare's ass, and the mare bucked. Ms. Winters felt cock in the back of her throat sooner than she had anticipated. Not in a bad way, but not in a way that could go unpunished. One hand grabbed the end of the carrot and tugged. 




Dark Horse Ch. 02



Velvet immediately tensed her whole body, squealing incomprehensibly through gritted teeth. Ms. Winters immediately backed off and stroked her saliva all along the rigid length. 

"I'm sorry, what was that?" She smirked. The mare said nothing. "Did you say no? No what? No stop, or no don't pull that reward out of my ass yet?" 

Velvet cried and mumbled, but the answer was incomprehensible. 

"What was that?" 

"...don't take the carrot out of her ass..." 

"You forgot the magic word." 

"Please!" The deep color in her face wasn't all from effort. "Please don't take the carrot out of her ass!" The creature in the mirror hated her. Hated her for being weak. 

The older woman grinned widely, and began bobbing deeply onto the mistreated girl's cock. The hand on the carrot gave another small turn, and the mare began screaming 'yes'. 

The older woman brought a hand back to clamp down on the base, and she formed a vacuum tight seal with her lips. Velvet felt her head swell into the ridges at the roof of the older woman's mouth. Sweat poured down her nose as she tried to watch again. Stray hairs from her mane were matted to her cheek. 

She tried to warn her owner. She really tried, but the air in her lungs just wouldn't come out. Her lips worked fruitlessly as she boiled over, though Ms. Winters took the development in stride. She backed out to the head and stroked, fingers glistening with saliva. Her cheeks puffed out slightly, and there was a gleam in her eye as she stared up at the gasping mare. 

Velvet slumped in her bindings, not registering the thump of the carrot falling out behind her so much as the sudden and complete release of pressure in her middle. She didn't register Ms. Winters standing up and grabbing her head by the base of the mane. She didn't register that the older woman hadn't swallowed. Not at first, anyway. By the time she did realize, more than just the older womans tongue was forced into her mouth, and she had no fight left in her. 

The graying woman's head tilted, and for a moment, one of Velvet's eyes could see its own reflection. Weak, it accused. 

Eventually, the older woman reached up to release the exhausted mare. She slumped, and Ms. Winters smiled as she slung her diminutive pet over her shoulder and carried her back to her stable. Velvet barely moved as she was settled down on her hay. 

*** 

"Velvet, wake up." 

The mare stirred lightly. "She wasn't sleeping." 

Ms. Winters stepped into the stall and crouched. "I have a present for you." The girl flipped over fearfully, and stared in complete confusion at the blue stuffed horse in the older woman's hand. "This is Clipclop!" 

"Velvet... what..." 

"Clipclop used to keep me company at night when I was a little girl, and I know he'll do the same for you!" The exhausted mare reached out tentatively and took the blue plush toy, clutching it to her chest. 

"Are we done for the day?" Velvet looked down at the oft-repaired toy and smiled. 

"Done until Friday," the older woman said, as she emptied a giant bucket of pellets into the trough. The mare barely noticed, stroking the faded mane. "The water bottle fills automatically, and there's enough for 1500 calories of dehydrayed feed for each day until I get back, so remember to pace yourself." 

"Back?" The mare finally looked up from her toy as Ms. Winters was shutting and latching the stall door. 

"See you next weekend." The older woman smirked as she walked through the heavy wooden door, followed by the pleas and screams of her pet. 

*** 

"Hello Richard." 

He did not look up from his paper. "Hello Liz. How is your farm coming along?" 

"It's a ranch, Dick. It was a good couple days. I have a feeling next weekend is going to be harder, though," she said, trailing off in thought. 

"Oh, I ran into Samantha at the club. She sends her regards." 

Elizabeth smirked. "Oh! I adore Samantha! Did you send her my love?" 

"I certainly did," he mumbled. 

Friday cannot come soon enough, Elizabeth thought. She returned to her earlier concern and tapped her lips. The general who loses a battle makes but few calculations beforehand. "I'll be in the library if you need me, Richard."



Dark Horse Ch. 03



This story does not contain any bestiality. Human characters may be referred to as horses, mares, stallions, or ponies, but no animals are involved in any sex acts. 

***** 

Ms. Winters paused upon opening the heavy wooden door and sniffed. She could hear Velvet humming softly in her stall. The older woman strode across the stable and peered through the bars. Velvet was curled up in her hay, cradling the blue plush toy and singing to it. "He's sleeping," she whispered. 

"Well let him sleep then, Velvet. It's time to groom." She clicked her tongue as she looked over her pet. "There's an entire lap of hay in your mane." 

The mare gently set Clipclop on her blanket and smoothly rose to her feet. "Velvet thought you'd forgotten about us." 

"Those storms must have been scary." 

Velvet nodded as she stopped at the threshold, waiting for the leash. As soon as it was attached, she stepped out into the stable area, but instead of heading straight through the door, she wrapped her arms around the older woman and sighed. "She's glad you remembered." 

"You smell," Ms. Winters said, wrinkling her nose. 

*** 

Velvet balked as she entered the play room, but her bare feet gained little traction on the wooden floor. The older woman held her firmly and easily. "Yes, Velvet." 

"Nooooooooo." 

Ms. Winters cradled her head and made quiet calming noises. "It's not that big. C'mon girl. You can do this." 

"Velvet doesn't think-" 

"Velvet." The mare finally tore her eyes away from the sybian and looked to her owner. "Trust me." 

"O-o-okay..." 

Ms. Winters sighed contentedly as she brought her pet around. Velvet tentatively stepped over the horse-shaped dildo and looked up at the older woman in fear. "Stand still," she said, as she scooped out a few fingers worth of lube and shoved them up between the mare's cheeks. Velvet winced and grunted lightly, though more from fear than actual discomfort. 

She grabbed the mare's wrist cuffs and yanked down on them. Velvet gasped and bent at the waist, fearing to bend her knees. Once the cuffs were locked onto the front of the thing, though, she had nowhere to go but down. Ms. Winters stepped back and folded her arms across her chest. "All the way down," she said firmly. The mare bit her lip and began to lower herself. This time, when she grunted, there was some discomfort. 

*** 

"Ow!" Velvet's face screwed as she tugged her wrist against the corner post of the bed. 

"Is that too tight?" 

"...no." 

Ms. Winters smiled, and went back around to check the ankle ties. Velvet looked back up at the wrist ties and gave them another tug, and was surprised when she looked back to see Ms. Winters had stripped out of her plaid button-down shirt. Her eyes followed hands that unclasped, unbuttoned, and removed, growing wider with every inch of exposed flesh. Especially at the black patch of hair. 

Anticipation dominated the mare's features as the older woman crawled onto the bed. Crawled over her. Hovered over her. "Have you thought about this, Velvet?" 

"Yes!" 

"Dreamed about it?" 

"yes," she whimpered. 

"Good. But not just yet." Velvet gasped as the older woman kept crawling up, until her legs straddled the mare's head. She stared up the length of the grinning woman's body. "You're going to earn it first," she sneered, as she lowered herself. Velvet barely had time to draw breath before her head was driven down into the mattress. 

*** 

"I've got a couple new things I want to try today," Ms. Winters said with a smile the mare both dreaded and looked forward to, though she was not willing to admit the latter to herself. She fell in behind the older woman as they stepped out into the early morning sun. 

Her eyes were immediately drawn to the sleek, black cart sitting in the grass. It's oversized wheels and covered seat were hand crafted, though Velvet thought the arms were a little too narrow for... 

"Is... is Velvet going to..." 

"Yes, and that's not all," the older woman said. She walked over to the cart and withdrew a long white box. Her smile was triumphant as she held the box across her arms and presented it to the mare. 

Velvet nervously pushed up the lid, unfolded two layers of tissue paper, and covered her mouth in a gasp. "Is that..." Her hand drifted to the side of her head, fingers running through the short stubble. 

"Yes." 

"Is that Velvet's hair?" 

"Yes." 

Velvet squealed and hopped in place, hooved boots kicking up a small cloud of dust. The older woman beamed as she withdrew the plug and held it in the palm of her hand, the long black hairs streaming in the wind. 

"Velvet has a tail!? Velvet has a tail!!" 

*** 

Velvet knelt on the bed, looking around idly at the austere accoutrements around her. She tossed her head and flipped her mane from her left to her right while she waited. Ms. Winters had put a geometric braid in it the night before, and Velvet enjoyed the way it moved in unison. Her head whirled when the door to the play room opened. Ms Winters stood in the door, naked but for the strapon. 

Velvet thrilled as her eyes fell on the horse-shaped dildo, her fear of it's size long since overcome. It swayed hypnotically as the older woman stalked across the room and stood up on the bed before her. The mare took a deep breath as she got up on all fours and looked back over her shoulder. 

The graying woman crouched down behind her, knees bent forward beside the mare's hips. Velvet gasped and tucked her chin to her chest as the slick head broke deep inside her in one excruciating go. Her fingers pulled taut lines into the bedsheets, and she cried out as her owner settled against her cheeks. "Tan lleeeeno," she wailed. 

Ms. Winters planted one arm just behind the mare's, wrapped the other around her middle, and nuzzled her neck. "Buckle up," she whispered. 

*** 

"Look how pretty!" Fat flakes of snow swirled out in the night. Velvet stared in awe through the large plate glass windows that overlooked Ms. Winters' porch. The bright flood lights around the horse barn and indoor arena illuminated shafts of furious precipitation. 

The woman herself giggled as she entered the room behind her. "It's beautiful out tonight, isn't it?" 

"Yeeaaaaah," the mare said, in child-like wonderment 

"I thought it was the perfect time for you to get a few presents. To show you my gratitude." 

Velvet spun around and gawked. The older woman, standing in front the roaring fire, was holding two steaming mugs. The closer she got, the surer she was. "Hot Chocolate!!" 

"Be careful," Ms. Winters laughed. "It's still very hot!" She gestured to the floor, and the mare settled down with the fireplace to her right and the windows before her. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she blew on the top of the beverage. "Don't spill any of that," the older woman said, as she settled down immediately behind the girl with legs spread out to the sides. 

"She won't!" Velvet snuggled back into her owner and watched nature rage from supreme comfort. "Velvet is so happy right now!" 

"Well we're not done yet." Ms. Winters reached over to the table. Velvet gasped, set down her chocolate, and tore through the pristinely-wrapped paper to find a bashful-looking pink stuffed horse. She squealed and spun around to hug Ms. Winters, who barely balanced her own steaming cup during the onslaught. "I saw her and immediately thought of you." 

"And she can live with me and Clipclop?!" 

"Of course! What are you going to name her?" 

"Velvet doesn't knooow," she said slowly, as she spun back around and settled down. "She'll have to think of a good one, huh?" 

"A good name is very important." She lowered her head until her chin settled on the mare's shoulder. "I also have good news. After the new year, I'll be spending at least three days a week here in addition to the weekends." 

Velvet's head swiveled with alacrity. "Seriously?!" 

"Yup!" Velvet's eyes welled up, and her lip began to tremble. "Don't let your hot chocolate get cold," she joked. The mare gazed happily for a few more seconds before picking up her mug again. 

Just as she raised the cup to her lips, there was a brief surge in the lights followed by crushing dark. Velvet gasped, but the arms that wrapped around her chased away the unease. The older woman hopped up to grab a blanket, and together they huddled before the fire, watching the snow pile higher and higher. 

"Merry Christmas, Velvet." 

"Merry Christmas, Miss Winters." 

*** 

"Is that the four page report you just faxed me?" 

"Yeah, I see it. And you had your PI look into that?" 

"Good, good. I huuuuuu." Ms. Winters cleared her throat and continued. "Sorry. I'll uhh... I'll have our people double check that, but from what I'm seeing here, they have basically no case." 

"Mm hmm! Let them beat their chests. Let it go to trial. They'll lose." 

"Well we have the affidavit from his hmmmmmm..." Ms. Winters paused again to clear her throat. "Sorry. Lemme just... uh... grab a drink of water. No no, it's right here. Go on." 

"Yeah. From... from his doctor. So he's not... he's not gonna testify. He knows we'll shrreeed himmmmmOoooh damnit! Damnit! Oooooh! Oh! Papercut! Oh damn!" 

"Mmmmmmm! No, I'm... I'm ok. I'm sorry about that. That was extremely clumsy of me." She paused to take a deep breath. "As I was saying, we'd shred him in cross. He knows that. Or at least his lawyer should know to stop that... from happening." 

"I wouldn't settle for more than 5,000. More than that, and it'll be cheaper to pay me to go to trial. Yeah. Yeah. Ok. No, just a half hour. Ok, bye guys." 

Ms. Winters hung up the receiver and frowned. "Velvet..." The mare grinned widely at the older woman's from under her desk. "I gave you very explicit instructions, did I not?" 

"You did." 

"And what were they?" 

"She was supposed to keep Ms. Winters chair from getting wet by licking up every drop." 

"...and?" 

The mare colored slightly. "...and she was not supposed to finish Ms. Winters while she was on the phone." 

"And yet you did!" 

"Velvet was hungry," she said playfully. 

The older woman leaned back in her chair and tapped her lips. "Clean up your mess. You had better pray there isn't even one stain on my chair when I get up, Velvet." 

The mare's shy smile as she leaned in left Ms. Winters puzzled for the second time in as many minutes. She grabbed the four page document, and though her eyes scanned it she saw nothing. "That's it," she said absently. "Right there. Nice and slow." She pursed her lips in thought. "You know, Velvet, it almost seems like you did that on purpose." The mare smiled with her eyes, but said nothing and paused not. "But Velvet is a clever little thing. She knows I would have to punish her for that, and although she is many things, I've never thought of her as a masochist. Lower. Low-yes. Ohhh, yes." She ran her fingers through the mane, gripping and holding it tightly to her while the mare lapped between her folds. 

"This is a cry for attention, isn't it Velvet?" The smiling eyes continued to stare up. "Mmm hmm... I might have seen this coming. I've been looking into a solution, but I'm not ready to pull the trigger on that yet. Everything needs to be perfect." Her hand closed into a tight fist, and she pushed back on the mare's head. Velvet's tongue stretched, ached, to continue, but when it was clear she would not be doing so, she smiled mischievously. "I have to punish you now, Velvet, though it will pain me nearly as much as it does you. Trust me." 

With a sigh, she slid back her chair and stood. "Come," she said, as she exited her study, crossed her bedroom, and stepped into the play room. Velvet paused at the doorway, hands folded at her waist and feet together but otherwise uncovered. Ms. Winters stared at her wall of implements and frowned. Nearly a minute passed before she turned back to the mare with a sad smile. "Attention," she said with a nod. "That's the key." She walked over to a chest of drawers and pulled out a small piece of plastic. 

Velvet groaned and huddled piteously. "Noooo," she lamented, though she knew that Ms. Winters mind was set and that she had brought this on herself. The older woman merely turned to her, and Velvet hung her head and trudged across the room. She made no effort of resistance while the chastity was closed and locked into place around her penis and testicles. "Velvet is sorry," she said as her owner stood up. 

'I know you are, Velvet." 

"If she may ask, how long?" 

"Do you trust me?" The mare nodded vigorously. 'It will not be longer than you can handle, and it will be worth it." Velvet nodded again, if with less enthusiasm. 

*** 

"I don't know, Evie, I think Clipclop won." 

"He most certainly did not cheat, did you Clipclop?" 

"See?" 

"He has no reason to lie!" 

"Evie, I think you're losing sight of the fact that the purse he won is an imaginary crown." 

"Awww, of course he forgives you! He loves you! He's loved you since the fir-" 

Velvet's head rose at a noise in the grooming room. It might have been the stairs, or the outside doors opening, but she shot to her feet all the same. "I don't know! Maybe," she said. She pressed her face to the bars of her stall and held her breath. It was quiet, but she was sure that- 

The heavy wooden door swung open and Velvet's face lit up. Ms. Winters was grinning broadly as she stepped into the stables. "It's been three weeks, Velvet." 

"Velvet was patient!" 

" You've been very patient. And do you remember when I said it would be worth it?" 

The mare nearly cried as she said "Yes!" 

"Stand against the back." 

Velvet leapt across her stall and planted her heels squarely against the rear wall. A few moments later, Ms. Winters entered the stable carrying a naked girl over her shoulder. Velvet listened as the door to the stall on her right slid open. The girl gave a muted grunt as she landed on a pile of hay. The walls between the stalls were solid from the floor all the way to the ceiling. A few moments later, the graying woman stepped in front of her stall. She unlocked it and strode over to the anxious mare, brandishing a key and a smile. "I'm going to leave the stall doors open tonight, but the other doors will still be locked." 

She winked at her pet. At her first. Then she turned on her heel and walked out with a smile a mile wide. 

Velvet stood with her back to the wall for a minute. The tired murmurings next to her were very interesting, but she was wary. It took all of her courage to take that first step across the sawdust. By the time she stepped delicately out into the stable area, she felt a little more confident, but she could never be sure. Velvet had fallen for more than one trap her owner had set, and although she usually enjoyed the consequences, that was no reason not to be cautious. Though she wanted to be looking ahead as she walked along the front of her stall, she couldn't take her eyes off the heavy wooden door behind her. It wasn't until she stepped in front of the open door of the other stall that she turned forward to... 

A blonde girl, with her arms bound tightly behind her back, was just getting up onto her knees. She'd already been stripped nude, and judging by the sound of it, the tape was still in place. Velvet's head fell slightly to the side and her eyes widened, for, although she did not mean to, the blonde girl was presenting. It had been a very long three weeks for the mare. 

Velvet stepped across the threshold in a daze, her mouth hung open. Her fingers twitched at her side. Every part of her sparked, but her eyes remained fixed. The blonde had not noticed her, and continued to fumble groggily. Velvet knew it was a trap. It had to be. And she didn't care. She launched herself across the stall, and slid across the last couple of feet on her knees. 

The blonde finally became aware that she was not alone as Velvet crashed into her. Her cheek and shoulder stung from being ground into the sawdust. She struggled to free her arms, but there was no give. Hands grabbed her by the hips. She screamed and tried to wiggle away. The hand moved to grip her arms, but she twisted and bucked. The hand grabbed her hair and yanked back. The blonde tried to cry out. 

"Trust me," Velvet said. The blonde tried to peer over her shoulder at the girl behind her, and her eyes nearly popped out of her skull as Velvet pushed the head of her cock against her. The fist in her hair pulled, and her back arched painfully. The mare roared as she forced her way inside. "Trust me," she yelled. Her cock ached for release, and burned from effort. 

Pulling out was slightly easier. Velvet rammed her hips forward, drawing breath through gritted teeth. She still wasn't fully inside, not until the third thrust. The blonde tried to kick her legs out, twisting back and forth. Velvet slipped her arms around her middle, interlocking her fingers, and heaved. The blonde fell forward again once the hand in her hair wasn't holding her up, and each push drove her harder and harder into the sawdust. A small pile began to build up in front of her head. 

She twisted again and managed to get onto her side. Velvet growled as the blonde squirmed loose, and immediately grabbed her ankles. The blonde kept rolling onto her back, and as soon as her shoulders were square, Velvet folded her in half. She lurched up over her, hands on ankles, and left her nowhere to go. The blonde stared up in fear, and Velvet down in supreme frustration. Their faces, inches apart. 

Velvet raised herself up on tip toes, using her hips to aim, and slid inside the blonde once again. The girl shook her head, tears streaming out in each direction. She mumbled incoherently, pleadingly, but Velvet was as unmoved as she was desperate. Up and down. The blonde winced in pain as the angle bent her back. Up and down. Faster. Harder. The blonde felt her feet settle against the wall above her as she was driven across the floor. 

Velvet's face stretched out, and her rhythm faded out over three deep, final thrusts. The blonde sobbed hysterically as Velvet rolled her onto her side and dismounted. For a long time after that, she cried alone. 

*** 

"Velvet is sorry." 

The blonde interrupted her constant stream of whimpering with a sharp cry as she rolled onto her back and kicked herself into the corner of her stall. Velvet stood just outside the stall door, looking down and looking embarrassed. When the mare took a step inside the stall, the blonde cried just that much louder. 

She produced a blue stuffed horse from behind her back and held it out. "This is Clipclop," she said. "He'll sleep with you tonight, so you're not alone." She frowned and looked down at the sawdust. "The loneliness is the worst part." The blonde stared, wide eyed and confused, as the pretty latina with the limp mohawk set the toy down beside her carefully. "If he nips you, it just means he likes you, so..." 

Velvet wasn't sure what else to say, so she rose to leave. The blonde murmured urgently into her gag, and Velvet stopped. She murmured again and thrust out her chin. Velvet looked over her shoulder worriedly. "I don't think I'm supposed to take that off," she said. More emphatic murmurs. Velvet bit her lip, but her guilt won out in the end. 

"Where am I?" Velvet shook her head. "Am I even still in Georgia?" Velvet shrugged and shook her head again. The blonde sighed and looked around. "Bobby is gonna be sooo mad at me!" 




Dark Horse Ch. 03



Velvet blinked. "Velvet doesn't... think you need to worry about that." 

"You don't know Bobby," she moaned, shrinking back into the corner. "So what are you, like, her little minion?" 

"Velvet is... Velvet?" 

"Oh Mah Gawd, that wasn't..." The blonde kicked fruitlessly, her heels leaving tracks through the sawdust. Her terrified eyes locked on Velvet's flaccid length. "What are you!?" 

Velvet frowned and stood up. "She's gonna go back to her stall now." 

"Wait," the blonde cried as the mare reached the door. "Are you a prisoner here too?!" 

"She's pretty happy right where she is." 

"Are you insane?!" 

Velvet furrowed her brow for a moment before shrugging. "Velvet spends most of her days talking to stuffed animals. So... maybe?" Velvet hit the light switch by the door and crawled into her stall. 

"Bobby's gonna be so maaad," the blonde whispered fearfully. 

*** 

"Hey..." 

"..." 

"Velvet knows you're still awake. She can hear you crying." 

"Yeah? What do you care!" 

"Velvet can't sleep either." 

"Good!" Chelsea shifted again, struggling and failing to find a comfortable position in the hay. She scratched the inside of her elbow and sobbed. Bobby's gotta know this wasn't my fault, she thought. Soon as he sees this freakshow, he'll take me back home. He was gonna score some tonight, so he'll help me out a little. He'll take care of me. Get me r- 

She paused her inner monologue at a rustling sound, and strained to listen. Nothing... Suddenly, Velvet was behind her, settling down into the hay and spooning up against her. Chelsea's entire body tensed, and her lungs burned from hyperventilating. She squeaked as an arm wrapped around her, and her throat closed entirely when she felt Velvet's breath on her neck. 

Eventually, the necessity of oxygen demanded she breath again. Velvet repositioned herself, curling in closer and whispering "shhhhhh." Chelsea's chest still wracked with post-hysterical hiccups but, eventually, she wore herself out. 

*** 

Velvet panted, but it was an unconscious act. She had long since set her breathing to match the pace of her boots in the grass as she jogged. The sweat and grime felt right; it matched her mood. Around and around the giant field, she ran. When the direction was favorable, she watched Peep lying in the grass in the paddock. The new mare had moved to a sunbeam in the shade. Even on her back, her breasts were more impressive. Velvet shook her head and trudged on. 

Ms. Winters was leaning against a post the next time around, smiling despite a lightly furrowed brow. Velvet slowed to a walk, and they proceeded to the gate together, albeit on opposite sides of the fence.. 

"You look down, Velvet." 

"She feels bad." 

"You looked like you were making great time out here." 

"It's not that." 

"Ok. Tell me what's wrong." 

The stallion frowned and stood as the gate was opened for her. "Peep is... adapting... faster than Velvet did." She had a very difficult time raising her eyes up from the grass as they headed towards the table and blanket. The older woman's barking laughter made it worse. It echoed out across the field. 

"Oh, I needed that," she sighed, hand held tight to her middle. "Velvet, I knew she was going to adapt quickly. That's why I picked her." 

"Did you know that... that Velvet would..." 

"Assault me that second weekend with her own poop?" The dark haired girl colored and looked away, but she only laughed more. "Not exactly, but I knew who you were. I knew you'd be a fighter. I wanted that. I... needed that. Just as much as you needed me." Velvet nodded, but her heart wasn't in it. "Just as much as she needs us." 

"Us?" 

"Us." She took Velvet by the shoulder. "I'm gonna let Paulo and Mutch go at the end of the week. That way you and Peep can get out a little more, but I'll need you to take over with the horses." 

"Velvet knows horses," she said hopefully. 

"I know you do. But they're not the only ones I want you to help with." Ms. Winters turned, and Velvet followed her gaze. The blonde had her arms folded behind her head. One leg was crossed over the other at the knee, and her foot worked a slow figure eight through the air. A butterfly flitted through the air above her, and the new mare cooed. "I'll also need you to stay on top of Peep. How many laps did she do this morning?" 

"Um..." Velvet's mind turned. "Lap. Singular." 

"And she's been in the paddock ever since?" Velvet nodded. "That's unacceptable. Why don't you go get her. It's lunch time." 

Velvet took a few steps and cupped her hands around her mouth. "Peep! Get your fat ass over here!" 

"I'm not fat," she yelled back, and then added "shit!" under her breath. "I mean Peep's not fat! I mean... Shit!" 

Neither of them could stop themselves from laughing, but that didn't stop Peep from getting spanked. 

*** 

"Ooo, her kitchin' is niiiiice!" 

"Stop getting distracted," Velvet said over her shoulder. 

"She wasn't... isn't... She's just never been up here before!" 

"There's no food in it." 

"Stop sayin' Peep is fat!" The mare ran her hands nervously over her hips as they walked down the hall. "She's just curvy... and Velvet's just jealous," she hissed. 

Velvet smirked and stopped as she approached the door on her left. She took a moment to look Peep over from head to toe, eyes tightening as they passed over her chest. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" Peep nodded. 

Ms. Winters looked up from her laptop, somewhat surprised to be interrupted in her study. Even more so when both ponies stepped into her bedroom, nude but for their hooved thigh-high boots. She immediately looked at Velvet and raised her eyebrows. 

"Peep has something she would like to say," she said, and stepped aside. The older woman leaned forward in her seat, fingers steepled before her, and she fixed the new mare with a direct stare. Peep immediately began to wither. 

"She... ummm... She..." 

Velvet stepped up beside her and placed a supportive hand on the small of her back. "Go ahead." 

"She is th-thankful," she said shakily. "And and and not just for takin' her away from Bobby, but helpin' her get clean." 

Velvet leaned forward a little, raising her eyebrows. "And?" 

"A-a-and she wanted to... t-to show you." 

Ms. Winters covered a brief smile at the adorable shade of red the blonde was turning. She covered the pause by slowly pushing her glasses farther up on her nose and rising to her feet. "I see," she said. "And just how did you plan on showing me?" 

"She... Sh-sh-" 

"She has a talented tongue," Velvet finished, her eyes flashing. Peep bit her lip and looked away. "Very talented." 

"And you've been taking advantage of that, Velvet?" The stallion nodded with a smile, but cut both off when she saw the look the older woman was giving her. "We'll deal with that later." The graying woman walked around to the near side of her oak desk and leaned back against it, crossing her heeled feet at the ankles. "Well?" 

Peep squeaked and jumped, and as she stepped into the study, Ms. Winters righted herself and planted her feet shoulder width apart. The mare knelt and slid her fingers up the older woman's thighs to raising her skirt. She unclipped stockings from the black garter above, and slowly dragged the matching panties down the older woman's legs. 

Ms Winters held her skirt up and sat back, raising one leg and letting it dangle from the edge of the desk while the other remained straight. Peep closed her eyes and leaned in, sighing as her tongue ran gently along the edges of the outer lips. The older woman bit her lip and growled. Peep's tongue had a petite quality to it. For a moment, she regretted having used the name Velvet too soon, but that thought was fleeting. She gripped the edge of the desk, and slouched a little. 

Peep whimpered softly as she explored, keeping her licks short; like a kitten, delicately lapping cream. Her fingers flexed wide, and immediately closed back into fists held to her knees. She slithered up one side, pausing to suckle a fold here and there. Down the other side, with as tender a nibble as she knew how to deliver. 

Velvet, who had remained in the bedroom, crept up behind the mare one curious step at a time. Ms. Winters smiled lazily as the stallion peeked over Peep's shoulder, eyes full of wonder. "Open your eyes, Peep," she said. The mare stared back at her out of the corner of her eye with a startled gasp. "You should be looking up at her. How else will you know if you're doing it right?" The older woman moaned deeply. Her pump slipped from her heel and swung pendulously from up-curled toes. 

Velvet grabbed Peep's right hand just as it began to slide up her thigh. "Is that where your fingers should be going?" She leaned in close, whispering to the blonde and guiding her hand. "Velvet thinks it should be... up... here..." The older woman's head rolled back as two fingers pushed into her to the hilt. "Yes, she did like that. Very good, Peep. When you're good to Miss Winters, you get rewards." 

Velvet let go of the mare's wrist, and slid her hand down between the mare's thighs. Peep cooed as her clit bent under a gentle touch. The older woman moaned louder, her jaw hanging slack. Both ponies stared up at her hungrily. Peep sought out Ms. Winters bud and replicated with her tongue the rhythmic stimulation being applied to her own. 

Velvet edged around, scooped up the mare's other wrist, and brought it up underneath Ms. Winters leg. "There, now you have leverage. Use it." she whispered. Peep pulled herself in tight, rocking her head up and down as her tongue plowed wet fields. Velvet wrapped her fingers tightly into the mare's left breast, fingers sinking deep into the fleshy orb. Peep moaned into her work. "Aww, do you like it when Velvet grabs your big fucking tits?" The mare mumbled affirmatively, and cried out a second later when Velvet slapped the underside of it. "Don't close your eyes, Peep. Look up. Look how good your doing." 

Ms. Winters' face was screwed tightly, and she sucked quickened breaths through pursed lips. "You're doing so good. She's so proud of you." 

*** 

Peep nuzzled against Velvet's cheek. The blonde was laying back against her while her clit and tit were played with. "Come on," she whined. "Peep really wants to!" 

"Not yet," the stallion said. "She's not done playing with your funbags." Peep huffed, as she always did when she felt slighted. Admittedly, though, it was hard to complain. Velvet rolled the nipple back and forth and giggled at feeling it stretch in length and girth under her touch. She tossed her head and licked Peep's neck, running her tongue along the hairline and just behind the ear. 

"Pleeeeeease," Peep begged. 

Velvet grinned. "Alright." The mare bounced up and flipped over onto her stomach, grasping the stallion's cock tightly. Velvet slouched and bit her lip as her head was swallowed and caressed. She slipped a hand behind her own head, and wrapped the palm tightly against the back of her neck while her other hand played with her own nipple. She sighed as Peep bathed her pole in saliva. 

Peep teased the tip, twisting her tongue sideways and wiggling it into the slit. She slipped a hand underneath the stallion's sack, stroking the very base of the cock with her fingertips and earning an encouraging coo. Her fingertips worked farther and farther down, and Velvet spread her legs slightly with a light giggle. 

Both ponies spooked as the heavy wooden door crashed open. Peep immediately rolled over and scampered back into the corner. Velvet flowed smoothly onto her feet and stayed in a low crouch in front of the mare. Peep pressed up against the stallion, placing hands on her back, and peeking over her shoulder. The dark haired pony took a few steps toward the open stall door and peeked out. 

Ms. Winters strode out of the third stall and back towards the doorway. She shot Velvet a devious smirk just as she passed out of sight. "Don't go out there," Peep said hoarsely, but Velvet was already moving along the stalls. She passed her own to stop and stare between the bars at a... She twisted her head this way and that, trying to get a better angle. A girl, asian and thin but with a boyishly short haircut, rolled onto her back. Her lean figure more closely matched Velvet's than Peep's, who joined the stallion in staring through the bars. "Awww, she's cute," Peep said. Both of them filtered into the stall as the girl blinked away in confusion. 

Velvet frowned in thought, trying to find the right words. "This will seem hard at first, but it gets better." 

"She's really cute," Peep said, as she ran a soothing hand through the girls short hair. 

"Don't over..." Velvet turned to see Ms. Winters come in carrying another girl over her shoulder. She kicked the heavy wooden door closed behind her and made for the fourth stall. "...do it. Stay with her," she said. 

"My ponies are... ah... curious," Ms. Winters exclaimed, as she set down the second girl. Peep made soothing sounds from the other side of the wall. They appeared to be identical twins, though this one seemed to have almost no breasts. The girl laid on her side, curled into a fetal ball, and Velvet knelt down behind her. She groggily turned her head up and stared at Velvet with crystal blue eyes. 

"Hey there," Velvet said softly. She placed a hand on the front of the girls thigh, and the girl languidly rolled onto her back. Velvet jerked her hand back as if it had been burned when something smacked against it. She blinked, but it did not disappear. She ran her hands over the girls chest, squeezing and groping, and found only muscle. Ms. Winters leaned against the wall just outside the stall door with an unreadable expression. "Is this..." 

"Oh hey! Another stallion," Peep said, as she poked her head around the wall. "He's pretty!" 

"This is a boy," Velvet accused, and Ms. Winters gave only a smirk in reply. The boy's head lolled. He was far less lucid than his twin had been. Velvet stared him up and down in increasing horror. "No. No!" Her hands twitched in the air. "No!" 

"No?" Peep started to come around into the stall. 

"No!" After a deep breath, she added, in a shockingly casual tone, "He's just another mare." She grabbed the boy's bicep and thigh and flipped him onto his stomach unceremoniously. He grunted and cried as he landed, head twitching as he tried to find an angle where he wasn't face deep in sawdust. Velvet planted a hand down between his shoulderblades and straddled him. "Just another mare." 

The boy shrieked as she held him down. She stroked herself, quickly ramping back up to a full hardon, and pushed it down between his ample cheeks. A small amount of Peep's lingering saliva helped, but Velvet had to put her weight into it to finally break through, the pair screaming cacophonously. Distantly, Velvet heard another cry, but the blinders were figuratively in place. She heaved and thrust in again, planting her other hand down on his head to keep him still. 

"No no no!" She heard Peep scream from behind her. There was a heavy thump and a muffled cry from out in the stable area. "Don't go in there," Peep said, over and over. The twin girl roared in protest, but Velvet remained uninterrupted. 

She winced as she pulled back, and a brief memory of the lingering pain after taking Peep that first time broke through the red haze. Velvet swirled her tongue, squeezing every extra bit of saliva she could summon from her gums. She pulled out entirely and spat the wad against the inside of the boys cheek. He fought harder to keep her out the second time, but the damage had been done. Velvet's nostrils flared as she took in deep breaths. He needs to learn his- no... SHE needs to learn her place. I'M the stallion. She did not realize she was repeating the last part out loud. 

She saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Boots... Ms. Winters boots. Velvet did not look up, only glanced slightly to the side. The boots turned to her, flexing forward onto their toes as Ms. Winters dropped into a squat. Velvet could see the outline of her hand bulging through her pants as the older woman fingered herself. Velvet shuddered heavily under the tacit approval, orgasming on the spot and burying her seed deep inside him. Panting, she leaned forward and whispered into the boy's ear. "You belong here with us. In time, you'll see that too."