0 comments/ 18920 views/ 4 favorites Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 01 By: AwkwardMD //Back by popular demand!// "Your stall reaks." Belle didn't look up. The necessities of the body had forced him to slowly move along the outer wall a few inches at a time, but he'd otherwise remained silent and still as often as possible. The others had been coming and going the last few days. His sister Nora had to be bound, cursing and fighting like a banshee each time they were separated, but if he was being honest with himself, he was glad for the alone time. The stall door slid open. In the corner of his eye, Belle saw the shine on the black boots as they stepped on his sawdust . He heard her tsk'ing. Slowly, his gaze lifted. The steel haired woman folded her arms across her chest, crop extended over her left shoulder. Her head tilted slightly, with one eyebrow arched. "Belle, I've given you the last few days to yourself to help you... recover. That first night was quite a show." She smirked and fixed him with a stare, and his eyes went right back to the floor. "However, it seems like you taken the opportunity to throw yourself a little pity party. It's pathetic. You've had quite enough sulking. Get up." At first he didn't respond, but she started walking toward him, snapping her riding crop sharply against her heel. "I really hoped I wouldn't have to discipline you so early." The pony scrambled to his feet, bowing to the pressure. Winters cupped the small mare's chin, smirking at his nervousness. Belle kept his hands over his groin. His nakedness didn't seem to be bothering her in the least, but he was shaking as he straightened. "That's adorable,' she said, as she reached into her back pocket, producing a leather collar with a ring opposite the clasp. "By now, you've seen the doors? The locks? Do I really need this, or are you going to follow my orders?" Belle's cheeks flushed as his face lowered. "Don't do it, Stephan," Nora said, tiredly, from the other side of the wall. "Don't listen to her." The older woman smirked but did not turn, only spoke louder. "Oh, you wanted Velvet to spend the night with you?" Silence. "I didn't think so." Belle stared forlornly at the wall separating his and his sister's stalls, and nodded his head. "Good girl." She turned on a dime and walked across the long room to the heavy wooden door, leaving his stall open behind her. "Come along." Belle stepped out onto the cool concrete. Stepped out of his stall for the first time. The door to Nora's stall bucked as she threw herself into it. Belle whirled around as she snarled and spat past him... and his eyes popped as he really looked at her for the first time in days. The hair on the sides of her head had been shaved in a short imitation of Velvet's mane. Her arms were bound behind her in some sort of latex thingy, and- He spun back around, facing the door and trying to focus anywhere except his twin sister's exposed breasts. His shoulders hunched forward as he walked, each step closer to the grinning steel-haired woman taking him one step further from his rampaging sister. As he stepped into the room on the other side of the heavy wooden door, he stopped and turned around. A slow creak of the second stall door opening preceded Velvet stepping out. Her scowl in his direction faded to a grin as she headed towards Nora's cell, but the heavy wooden door shut before anything happened. "Don't worry about them. Velvet likes to make a strong first impression, but she won't go too far tonight. I think your sister is more afraid of her than me..." She thoughtfully tapped her index finger against her lips. "I'll have to correct that." She led him underneath the wide shower head, and flipped the red handle on the wall. Belle kept her in the corner of his eye at all times. A little more than the corner of his eye once she stripped down and joined him under the water. For an older woman, she had a fantastic body... extremely fit. Shampoo, and her fingers in his hair. "You've been down in that hole for a while, so, while you are a little behind, it's not like you didn't have good reason to be there. I want you to know Velvet was punished for her actions against you." Suddenly, Belle was hyper-aware of how exposed he was, and that Ms. Winters was right behind him. "Steady, steady," she whispered. Her hands closed around his biceps, and her grip stilled him. "This is not a sex farm. I did not bring you and your sister here to be raped for my amusement. This is a safe place." Soap, and a sponge. Her hands across his shoulders and back. "It will take time for you to see that. "Look at the form of you," she said distantly, her hands tracing the contour of his hips. "It's everything I knew it would be." She knelt behind him, using the sponge vigorously along the backs of his legs. His cheeks colored in embarrassment, knowing what must be down there. "Your training will begin tomorrow, Belle. Tonight, I wanted to take some time to lay out for you what that entails. You," she said, stepping around in front of him, "are going to be one of my..." She tilted her head, angling it toward his gaze, but every time she moved toward where he was looking, he turned further away. "Belle," she said firmly, pinching his chin between her thumb and the side of her index finger and pulling him up to her. "Reluctant little thing, aren't we? Not to worry. We'll draw you out yet." Her smile was so... sincere. "You are going to be one of my show ponies." Her hand fell away to lather his chest with the large yellow sponge. Her eyes continued to hold him, although he grew increasingly uncomfortable the longer she did. He... shrank into himself. "Don't worry, there aren't any actual shows," she said with a wink. "Could you imagine? 'Hey, here are the people I enslaved!' " She laughed lightly as she knelt down in front of him. Belle nearly jumped as she ran the sponge behind his testicles. Not intrusively, or forcefully, but utterly without regard for his personal space. "The FBI would have a field day," she added, almost to herself. "Now you may be asking yourself, 'But Miss Winters, what is a show pony?' Good question, Belle. Excellent, excellent question. Lift your foot." Belle balanced on his left and lifted his right. She pressed her shoulder against his supporting leg, buttressing him as she curled his foot around behind him to inspect the sole. "Why... Belle?" "The name?" Belle nodded when she looked up at him questioningly. "Oh sweetie, isn't it obvious?" She grinned and looked back down. "Switch feet. Now, as a show pony, you have a deceptively hard job, which is to be pretty." She put down his right foot and rose to her feet. "You will help Peep fulfill a certain... aesthetic... that I require at my ranch." "P-Peep is a show pony too?" "Yes," she said as she shut off the water. Belle stood in the mist as she stepped over to grab a large white towel. "You will be paired with her for a little while." She carefully patted herself down with the towel before setting it aside and approaching him with a fresh one. "Peep is the b-uhhh... blonde one?" He'd almost said busty. "Yes. The blonde one," she said, grinning and grabbing her own breasts. His widened eyes darted away. "You're precious!" She raised his arms out to the sides, and he held them there while she meticulously dried him off. "Despite the fact that you are already pretty, you and Peep have a regimen of exercise and yoga, as well as a series of housekeeping duties. Cooking, cleaning, et cetera." She led him over to a stool, situated in front of three full length mirrors, and sat him down. "Close your eyes," she said, as she stepped back around in front of him, and he did. "Haven't been sleeping well, hmm?" His neck retreated as Ms. Winters spread a cool lotion over the bridge of his nose, and underneath his eyes. "That will pass as well. In the meantime, we have this." Her thumbs pressed gently against his skin, ebbing outward. "The miracles of modern science." A fingertip lingered over his lips, prompting him to open his eyes again. Her face loomed, but her eyes ran over his features like a rollercoaster. "You are pretty..." She laughed lightly to herself as she strode around behind him and grabbed a brush from the third wooden wardrobe along the wall behind him. He suspected each pony had a wardrobe of their own as he watched her in the mirror. "The only time you will not be paired with Peep is during grooming and during the care for the horses." "Aren't... aren't we-" "No, silly. You're a pony." She placed a firm hand on his shoulder, and began running the brush through his light brown hair. "Velvet and Peep groom each other, and they care for my horses; Pronto and Stiletto. To start, I will groom you in the mornings, and Peep will come back to collect you as soon as she has finished her morning chores." His short hair did not take long to tame. She went to the wooden wardrobe and came back a third time. "What about my sister," he asked tentatively. "Spread your hand. That's right, each finger out flat. Good girl." The older woman grabbed his fingers in turn, and delicately ran a file over the nail. The vibrations sent shocks through the bones of his hand, but her hold had a calmness to it that absorbed his discomfort. "Your sister is a race pony. Like Velvet. Their regimen is also deceptively hard; they run. A lot." Belle watched as she rounded and smoothed each of his fingernails on his right hand, and then stepped over to attend to his left. He raised it for her without being asked, despite his dazed expression. "They run, and they run, and then they run some more. In another life, Velvet was a distance runner, and she was quite good. Your sister is more of a sprinter," she added with a smirk and a knowing glance in his direction. Belle blinked. Did she know Nora was the shoplifter that kept them fed? She couldn't... The more he stared at her... "Beau has quite a ways to go to catch up to Velvet, but I know a good confirmation when I see one." Belle's mind continued to turn. There was something about that knowing look. "It will take her a little while to get her stamina up." It tickled at the back of his mind. "She may never beat Velvet over very long distances, but I think her short game is going to be formidable." Did he recogni- "Wait, Beau?!" Ms. Winters sighed happily, shivering. "That's the stuff," she mumbled. "Yes. Belle and Beau. See all the lovely things you've been missing while you had that little mope marathon?" She stared at him again, daring him to look away. "You are unrestrained while I give you a manicure. She is trussed up like a mental patient, flinging herself against the walls to get to you." Her gaze intensified. "You'll find that, more often than not, I know you better than you know yourself." Sheer dumbfoundedness had kept him silent while she talked, but he found his voice a moment later. "Are you blind? I'm not the girl!" Belle yanked his hand back, and reached down between his legs. His fingers wrapped around the underside of his balls, and as he brought his thumb down, squeezed the whole package out toward the older woman. Her hand followed a second later, forming a cage around his distended sack that grew increasingly smaller. He yelped and tried to grab her wrist, but every movement he made resulted in a tighter hold on his sensitive jewels. He was so busy looking down that he didn't see her lean in until her face was inches away. Inches and closing. Her narrowed eyes transfixed him, stared through him. He hadn't fooled her in the least. "You were doing so well," she enunciated. He whimpered as she gently pressed her lips to his, a kiss so soft he almost didn't feel it. "You disappointed me, sweetling. Time for the leash." One final, crushing squeeze. Belle bent forward and gasped as she released him and strode over to her neatly folded pants. "Please, no," he croaked, as he saw her returning with the collar in hand. He wheezed and curled in tighter on himself, unable to evade or resist as she slipped the leather strap around his neck and latched it behind him. He tenderly cupped his fragile sack as his vision blurred from the pain. The leash, a fuzzy brown line extending from just beneath his slackened jaw, draped over to the hand she held before him. For him to see. For him to process. "I hadn't thought we'd get to this tonight, but perhaps it's time you become familiar with the punishment system." Belle more fell off the stool than stepped off as Ms. Winters stalked over to the heavy wooden door, dragging him in her wake. The door had done a tremendous job as a noise eliminator because, as soon as the door opened, he was assaulted by a cacophonous mixture of his sister crying, Velvet grunting, and the dull thud of dry skin on dry skin. Winters sighed in exacerbation. "Ok, sometimes it is a sex farm." Belle took a few stunned steps toward her stall, but the leash pulled tight and he was brought short by Winters' firm hold. "Now, now. We have our own transgression to concern ourselves with, don't we?" The sight and sounds overwhelmed him, and he took a deep breath. He hobbled through the door at the far end of the long room, and followed her up the stairs into the playroom. He had seen rooms like this before. It had always been his experience to go along with the client in these situations. Fighting and arguing always made it worse. Shutting down came naturally. Nothing in front of him, or around him changed, but he went into a comfortable place in his mind. It gave him distance. His reaction was mild when she lead him over to a plush armchair in the corner of the room. She bent over and looped the handle of his leash through an eyehole in the floor. She sat down in the chair and moved him to the side, and as she pulled up sharply, Belle's neck was dragged down until he bent over her crossed legs. She whirled her hand at the wrist, taking up the extra length of the leash around her palm until it was snug in a comfortable position for her, and delivered the first spank without warning. "This will not be a light spanking, Belle." Another one. "I believe in being firm and decisive." Another one, and Belle whimpered. His hands gripped the leash, pulling back and fighting to free himself, but there was no give. Another one. "There will be no rod sparing." Another one. "But you should know that when I'm done, I will consider the matter closed." Another one. The skin on his rump, seared. His hands moved from the leash to float over his behind to try and cover himself, but she growled deeply and his arms slowly fell. "I have high expectations of my ponies, and, one way or another, you will learn to meet them." Another one, louder. Belle whimpered again, sucking air through gritted teeth as Ms. Winters blurry bare foot worked circles in the air. "The reason the punishment is harsh is because I know you can meet these expectations. When you fail me, you fail yourself!" Another one, harder. "Right now, you fear punishment. You want to run from it. That's unavoidable because you do not trust me or my intentions." Another one, harder. The air crackled. "You will try so that you do not end up here. Soon, though, your efforts will be focused on finding yourself. Bettering yourself. Becoming who you were always meant to be!" Another one. Belle began to sob wordlessly. "Eventually, you will report yourself when you fail. Not because you like being spanked, but because you will know that I am here to help you. I'm here to shape you. To cut away the trappings and the baggage you've collected, and let you shine." Belle's bawling continued to ramp up in between each sentence, expecting more spankings, though none had come in a while. "You have a light in you, Belle. Something none of your johns ever saw, but I see it." Belle came rushing back unbidden. Her casual mention of his sexual exploitation was too much. He found himself present in the moment, and extremely uncomfortable. His mind raced through the torrent of emotions he normally kept at bay, and was overwhelmed. The dam broke. "I saw you," he lashed out, nearly unintelligibly. "You'll find that I'm the one that sees, Belle." "No," he said, sniffling loudly. Belle knew he'd known that look she gave him downstairs. He turned and lifted his head to look back at her defiantly. "I saw you. At the soup kitchen. Helping." His voice dripped with acid. "Volunteering. And volunteers sign in. It's only a matter of time until the police find you, and we'll see how much you like living in a hole, you bitch!" For a long minute, he continued to hold her gaze. His eyes burned with righteous indignation, drawn from the knowledge that he would get out of here. He would survive. He would testify. "Are you finished?" And then he saw her. How her cold matched his heat, and he quailed. Always go along with the client. "The police are not going to find you," she said quietly. "No one is looking for you. No one even knows you're gone, nor do they care. The one person in the world who knew you existed is in the stall next to yours, and no one is looking for her either." She took a moment to breath slowly through her nose, and out through the mouth. Her physique was imposing, but it was her ice cold calm that sent a shiver down Belle's spine. "I have already won. I always win. What's left... is for you... to accept it." Belle cried out as she pushed him off of her knee. He landed with a meaty thud against the wood plank floor. He felt the leash go slack against his neck as she planted her feet and stood, but a second later he heard the telltale zipping sound of the near side of his leash being pulled back through the eyehole bolted to the floor. His arms flailed as she lifted his torso, desperately trying to brace himself and never quite getting purchase before she lifted him even further. He staggered to his knees, followed shortly by his feet, his hands wrapped inside his collar to alleviate the pressure on his airway. He staggered along behind her, trying to keep pace, but she yanked hard on his collar all the same as she led him through the double doors on the opposite side of the room. She strode over to the edge of her bed and tied off his leash on a corner post. "We're going to cover all the bases tonight, aren't we Belle?" She frowned in determination as she walked back into the playroom. Her voiced echoed across the space as she talked. "You will learn to respect your betters, Belle." His fingers hovered over the knot. He could see how it came loose. A drawer slammed shut behind him, and Ms. Winters stomped across the floor to rejoin him in the bedroom. "You are a pony. Later, we'll discuss your improper use of pronouns. What's important right now is that you understand fully that you..." She leaned in behind him, her voice a mere whisper. " ...you are beneath me." Straps latching into place, and the creaking of leather. "You are a show pony. You are a mare." The older woman's fingers knotted in his hair, pulling him upright and back against her body. Her breasts mashed against his back, and the strap on rode up into his lower back. "You know what else mares do? They're bred. You're going to get fucked. A lot." Belle turned his head slightly, staring back at her out of the corner of his eye. Her snide grin set his teeth on edge. The way she cooed as she started grinding her hips against him made his hairs stand on end. The dildo felt slick as she ran it up and down his cheeks. Her hand loosened from his hair and both settled on his hips. "You've been an insolent little pony, Belle." Her thumbs reached across his cheeks, parting and stretching, and he whimpered as the tip of the dildo came to rest against his anus. "We're going to have to work on that." Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 01 He groaned, rising up on the balls of his feet, as she forced him open. His hands tightened on the corner post of the bed and he bent forward to ease the angle, but she grabbed his head and pulled him up again. He winced and gasped as the flared head of the dildo ground into his prostate. Out, and back in again. She'd taken notice of when he reacted, and immediately focused her efforts on that spongy weak spot. "This is where you exist, Belle; at the receiving end. 'That I desire you to be there' is reason enough, but fortunately for you, it is not the whole." Her hips pressed against him, pushing the dildo fully inside him. The taller woman spread her legs slightly. Each withdrawal was a quick affair; a necessary evil to allow for each new thrust, where she she focused her efforts. Fast from the tip to the prostate, slow for a moment as she let the pressure build, and then fast to the hilt. His head fell forward, chin to chest, and his face pinched. "It's a lot to take in, isn't it Belle? Punishment and reward all rolled together in one neat little package." He whimpered pitifully. "Oh, but it is reward, Belle. You see, I know what you're really ashamed of. More than what you've done to get by. More than what was done to you. You see, after Peep and I got your sister back in her stall, and Velvet wandered back to hers, I rolled you over to make sure you were alright." She paused her monologue until she filled him again, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Do you even remember cumming?" She purred against him. "You made quite the mess." The steel-haired woman started back up again, a more rhythmic thrusting. "You enjoyed yourself," she grunted. "You enjoyed being taken, and dominated, and being made hers." Her hips gained slightly in speed. "You enjoyed having her will imposed upon you, taking what she wanted from you." She rammed home hard, nearly knocking him over but for his hold on the bed. "And the best part is that you want it to happen again." She leaned up against him again. He felt her hair on his shoulder, and when he finally managed to open his eyes he saw her peering over him. "Go ahead," she whispered. "It's ok." "W-w-what's ok?" Her hand slid up along his side and out along his arm. Her fingers wrapped around his right wrist, and gently pulled it back from the corner post. He put up only a token resistance as she brought his hand against his middle, and pushed down. "Go ahead. Take it." "I... I don't-" "Yes, you do." She turned her head slightly, lips touching against his ear, and began a short, slow grind without backing away from him. She enunciated clearly as she whispered, "Take your cock and stroke." Belle's fingers wrapped tightly around his erection, and he quickly fell in sync with the rhythmic pulsing in his rear. "Yes," she whispered, peeking over his shoulder again. "Oh God yes." He moaned, and found himself leaning his head against hers. "Let yourself go, Belle. This is your role, but it's also who you are. Relish it." He moaned again, and she threw her head back and cried out. Belle's hand quickened as the dildo in his ass slowed; slowed, but did not stop. The wooden corner post creaked under his whitened knuckles, and every breath left his lungs through a labored grunt as he worked himself up, and up, and up, and "Ooooooooooooooooooooh!" He wept. "I see you," she whispered in his ear. She backed away from him, emptying his cavity abruptly. Her voice echoed again as she talked while walking through the playroom. "You will learn that my ranch is a safe place where you are free to be yourself, as soon as you're ready to admit who that is." Belle stood there, barely holding himself upright while he dribbled jizz on her floor. Somewhere in his mind, a voice cried out that he was making a mess, but it was lost in a sea of emotion that pulled him under and threatened to drown him. He panted, wobbling back and forth, until Ms. Winters came up behind him. Her touch on his shoulder sent a wave of electricity over his skin, and he jerked away. "Shhhhh," the taller woman whispered. "I didn't mean to spook you, Belle. It's time for you to go back downstairs." Her full length pink satin robe, cinched at the waist, flared out over her generous bust, but the mare was blind to it as he nodded vacantly. She reached around him to untie his leash, and led the tired mare to the hallway door. Velvet was waiting in the hall, leaning against the far wall, sneering, with her arms folded across her chest. Her semi-erection told Belle that his 'punishment' had an audience. "Why am I not surprised," Ms. Winters asked rhetorically. "Take him down to his stall, Velvet." The older woman tossed his leash, and Velvet caught it with a minimum of arm movement, sneer intact. "Then come back upstairs. We need to have words about your boundaries." "Worth it," Velvet whispered once the bedroom door closed. She roughly pushed him down the hall ahead of her. Belle slowed to a stop as he stepped into a kitchen area he'd never seen, although, from Ms. Winters run down of his duties, he'd be seeing a lot of it soon enough. The leash tugged hard to the left as Velvet pulled him toward an open door and waited for him. They descended into the basement, Belle in front of Velvet. "Velvet bets you think you're sooo pretty," she said as he stepped toward the heavy wooden door in the grooming room. Belle had half-turned back to her when she drove her knee into the back of his, and he crumpled with a sharp cry. His head snapped back as Velvet took a fistful of his hair. "She only did that with you because she had to. When she wants to, she gets Velvet. Open." Belle opened his mouth with the intention of asking 'open what'. When Velvet hooked her left middle and index finger inside of his lip, he felt stupid. "She doesn't want you. You're a disappointment for her." Then, he felt wet, as Velvet angled her hips to brush her mostly erect cock over his cheek, streaking a bubble of precum from his ear to his nose. He stared fearfully up at her as she jerked his head back, straining his neck, and pushed the head of her prick past his lips. "You don't know how to please her like Velvet does. Now, be a good mare and clean it." Belle grimaced, struggling against her grip in an effort to evade the intruding member. Velvet's glare hardened. The stallion jerked him forward, hilting him on her shaft. "Velvet said clean!" His eyes teared as his gag reflex conspired with his stomach to evacuate what little food he'd eaten in the past few days. Eventually the small mare relented to the strain in his scalp and tightened his lips around the flesh, suckling at it. Velvet cooed in appreciation, making short thrusts at the recesses of his mouth and drawing coughing gags from him. Her cock had a heady musk to it that overwhelmed his sense of taste and smell. Once he fought past how strongly it tasted, Belle was able to find a moment of calm. His session with Ms. Winters had taken him away from his retreat; he was about to find it again when Velvet spoke. "Mmm, looks like you might find your place yet. Now, tell Velvet... how does your sister taste?" Belle's eyes widened, gagging violently, and Velvet pulled back with a dark grin. He bent forward, dry retching and only barely conscious that his head had been released. "So... bad?" Belle found himself glaring at her knees and wondering how hard one needs to be hit from behind to stumble, but the leash jerked up hard. He scrambled to get his footing, which came slowly as he was still extremely unused to the absurd heelless boots he'd been given. "Don't forget; Velvet is her favorite, not you." Velvet opened the heavy wooden door and pushed him through toward his stall. Nora sobbed quietly on the other side of the wall. The stall door closed loudly behind him, with an audible latch. He didn't even glance back. He curled up in the freshly changed hay and allowed his exhaustion to overtake him. *** Belle huddled underneath the ancient oak tree by the picnic table, his knees held tight to his chest. The mare had been only slightly more active his second week than his first, and it felt like every time he was about to get the hang of his ridiculous boots, Velvet came out of nowhere to tip him over and laugh. It was like being in elementary school again. So, there he sat. Ms. Winters had her hands full with Nora in the indoor arena, and Velvet was... assisting. That left him, and- Peep flopped down next to him, gasping lightly. She shot the boy a sly grin. "If anyone asks, you saw me do 50 laps, right hun?" Belle sullenly stared ahead and leaned slightly away from her. "Awww, bless your heart. Not much of a conversationalist are you?" She paused, and looked out over the tree tops. The encroaching forest loomed on all sides, but her smile said she saw it differently. "Well, at least yer easy on the eyes." He tried not to respond, but the curvy blond caught him by surprise when she wrapped her arms around him. "Don't be such a sourpuss. Peep knows you've had it rough. Gawd, does she know. She had it hard when she was new here too." She let that hang in the air for a moment, staring quietly with him while her own mind turned. "For different reasons, mind. Well, one reason that's the same and a few others I don't think you have to worry about." She leaned back to sit next to him and scratched at the inside of her elbow absentmindedly. "Velvet had it the worst, actually." She turned her head, undeterred by his stubborn refusal to acknowledge her words or her presence. "Did you know she was here for a whole year by herself? A year! And back then, Winters was only here on the weekends." Her voice became distant. "Velvet'd go... 5 days at a stretch, down in her stall, just playin with that little stuffed horsey. All by herself. ...Somethin' in her broke. She ain't always in control of herself." She scratched at her elbow again, and Belle's eyes widened momentarily. He'd seen some of the kids under the bridge do that. "You probably don't believe this but she's a bit scared of you." He scoffed and frowned, and then got annoyed with himself. If he encouraged her, she'd keep talking to him. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. "No, it's true," she said. "Before you showed up, she was the only... yanno..." She curled the fingers and thumb of her left hand and held it up, and wiggled her right index finger in the air. When he didn't react, she pushed the index finger in and out of her left hand a few times. Belle groaned. Peep laughed. "But now there's you! You and that not-to-be-underestimated piece yer packin'." Peep laughed again as Belle finally looked over and made eye contact. "Aw c'mon! You been starin' at my tits for weeks now. I can't sneak a peek?" "I'm sorry," he said, lowering his head. "I wasn't... I mean... We're all like... naked half the-" "No, no. It's cool. They're awesome." She smirked as she grabbed her tits and bobbled them. Belle looked away as fast as he could, cheeks brightening instantly. Peep laughed uproariously. "Oh mah god, you're adorable!" She reached over and pulled him into another hug. He went rigid as he found his head nestled right in between those fleshy breasts, but the longer she held him there, the less that mattered. As she stroked his hair and made quiet, calming sounds, he found a few moments of peace. It was nice to have human contact again. *** They could hear Ms. Winters cry out even from the far end of the large, fenced-in field. Peep and Belle turned to see Beau come streaking out of the indoor arena, screaming "Run, Stephan!" at the top of her lungs. Both of them took a step back as, a second later, Velvet bolted out after her. Beau zagged, and even though Velvet took the bait, it only bought her a few precious seconds. Belle drew down his brow, recognizing that Velvet had corralled his sister, separating them and getting her to run in the opposite direction. A few seconds later, it was over. Velvet executed a slidekick that tripped Beau and sent her rolling in a tangle of limbs. Before she could scramble to her hooves again, Velvet was on top of her, pinning her in the dirt. She shouted and thrashed, but Velvet put her down mercilessly each time. From where they were standing, it looked like Velvet was whispering to her. Whatever was said was lost to the wind, but Velvet punctuated it with a sharp twist of Beau's arm. Beau's cry echoed across the open space. Ms. Winters walked out of the indoor arena a moment later tilting her head back and pinching her nose. A dark, wet stain ran down the front of her tan shirt. "Now now, Vewvet," she said, testing each nostril with a fingertip, "That was an infwaction. Infwactions get punished. I handle punishments." Velvet turned back and looked up, and shivered as the steel-haired woman cupped her cheek. "I love the enthusiasm though." No sooner had Velvet shifted her weight off of his sister than Ms. Winter's lifted the bleating mare up by the hair. Everyone else stood perfectly still, watching Beau stumble and stagger alongside the iron lady of the ranch. Only after they disappeared inside did Belle look over to see Velvet smiling smugly at him. "Ignore her," Peep said, hooking her arm into his and resuming their laps. Even for their easy pace, Belle lagged behind. "Lookin' a little pale, pumpkin. You worried 'bout yer sister?" "What's gonna happen to her?" "Oh, a little canin', maybe a spankin'. It won't be too bad... although she did draw blood..." "W-w-What does that mean?!" "Listen, sugar, don't get caught up thinkin' too hard on what's gonna happen to her. The important thing is that Ms. Winters is preeetty fair about that kinda stuff." They jogged in silence. Belle couldn't help but get caught up thinking very hard on what was happening to his sister. Although his own punishment session the week before had been fairly mild, he'd seen some... severe instruments of implementation adorning the playroom. Ms. Winters struck him as the kind of woman whose imagination could put those pieces to extremely, and uniquely, effective use. Around and around and around, Peep and Belle jogged. Slowly. "Yer sister's got it easy, come to think of it," Peep said abruptly. "Velvet used to tell me that when she was here alone, she'd try to run away every weekend. Near busted her stall door open once when Ms. Winters was away. You ever stopped to look at those things? Heavy fuckin' duty, they are, and her as small as she is? Said that was the worst lashing she ever got." Peep paused for a minute, lost in whatever memory she had of Velvet's no-doubt-casual retelling. "When Velvet'd go out to run, Winters used to have this, like, tie around her thighs so she couldn't really run right. Not 'til she was good 'n broke, yanno? Yer sister's reapin' the benefit of that. Fuck, we all are, come ta think on it. We can all run like normal cus Winters knows she has Velvet to run us down." "I tried to run once too." Almost an entire lap passed in silence as Peep collected her thoughts. She kept licking her lips, and opening her mouth to start, but nothing came out until they were three quarters of the way back to where they'd been. "I was pretty bad on heroin when Miss Winters brought me here. I hadn't fixed in a couple days b'fore she took me, and by my third day here, I was goin' outta my mind. I broke Velvet's nose and knocked Miss Winters down a few stairs. Made it all to the horse barn b'fore Velvet got me. I was so out of it, I went for one of the horses to ride out of here instead'a goin for a car. How stupid issat?" Belle continued to run silently at her side. "It's funny," she said. "She took us all cus she's got four stalls, right? A... a means requiring an end or whatever. And we all get here, and we think 'no no, take me back,' and it's like, take me back to what? Dead with a needle in my arm? Bobby beatin' on me cus I burned the Mac and Cheese?" She shook her head as she continued. "I'm good right here." Peep seemed to drift off into her thoughts, and Belle was content to just jog alongside her. After a while, Belle began to tire slightly, and had to put more of his focus on not tripping. Although there was nice dirt path beaten smooth around the edge of the field with very few surprises, those damnable boots were no easy feat to master. 20 laps. 30. It wasn't a record shattering pace, but the steady grind of it slowly eroded his worries. Or, at least, pushed them to the side for a time. Plus, it was nice to see Peep's breasts bouncing in his peripheral vision. He always looked forward, politely averting his eyes, but he never got too far ahead of her and he never fell too far behind. Her light smirk said she knew what he was doing too. The farther he went without a mistake, the more his vision began to rise away. Looking two feet ahead, or four feet, or 10 feet. Somewhere around the 40th lap, he was hardly looking at the ground at all. Out of context, the Ranch was a really pretty place. The farthest end of the field rose slightly up a hill, and as he turned back, he could see out across the entire yard and much farther beyond. Under a hazy orange and blue afternoon sky, trees covered a series of rolling hills. It dawned on him how small his world had become of late. A 10 x 15 stall, a few rooms in a house, and a picturesque valley in deep woods between hills too old and eroded to be called mountains anymore. The more he looked around, though, the more he felt like something was missing. Some integral part of the landscape of the Ranch. It didn't jump out at him, so he looked, and looked, and as his head swivelled, he finally caught sight of it lurking behind them. Shadowing them. Velvet. "What the..." Belle nearly tripped over his own feet. "What the fuck is she doin," he said hoarsely, incredulously. Peep put a hand on his shoulder and gently turned him to face forward as they jogged. "Don't worry your pretty head none. She's just tryin to get a rise outta ya." As he found his rhythm again, her hand drifted up along his neck and ruffled his hair. They both swiveled back again as Velvet grunted and side-vaulted the fence with murder in her eyes, landing without losing an ounce of speed. Peep stopped on a dime. "What are you tryin' to do, give'm a heart attack?" Velvet had to skid to a stop to not run into her, and kicked up a small dust cloud doing so. "Velvet saw you touching her mare," she hissed, straining for every bit of height she could muster against the much taller blonde. "What did Velvet tell you about that?" "Oh back off," Peep said loudly. "His sister's gettin the piss spanked outta her and he's a little on edge." "She," Velvet corrected sharply. "Mare." "For fuck's sake! So he's got a wang! So what?" "Velvet's bitch hasn't learned her place yet." "Yanno, all this insecurity you've got? It's kinda pathetic." "Oh," Velvet said calmly, tilting her head. "Did you both need a lesson?" "So, what, yer just gonna bend Peep over and take her? Again? What's 'at gonna prove?" Velvet's head slid back into her shoulders. Peep turned and then had to step to the side to point at Belle, as he had hidden himself behind her. "Can't you see that little colt ain't a threat to you? Look at 'im! She's got em all dolled up s'much's mmmm... Peep." Her eyes tightened, daring Velvet to call her on her near pronoun mistake. "She needs-" "Oh shut up with that already! He'll get there. Cut 'em some fuckin' slack!" They both looked over as Belle took a half step back; a wide-eyed, bullet-sweating, wish-I-was-anywhere-but-here half step back. "He's terrified!" Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 01 Velvet flushed in embarrassment, "Velvet... didn't..." "Well if you'd pull yer head outta yer ass, you'd see it, now git!" "W...what?" Peep pointed and took a fearsome step towards the diminutive stallion. "Go stand over there, Velvet!" she roared. Velvet stared up at Peep for a full minute before storming off. Belle was pretty sure the air around her head rippled from the heat she was bleeding off. Peep folded her arms and watched her go, unphased by their confrontation. For once, Belle did not notice the way her arms shaped and collected her breasts. Velvet exploded through the gate, and began pacing back and forth as she got to the picnic table, her brow tight over her eyes. "I'm gonna pay for that later." Her eyes popped, and she looked over at Belle. "You won't tell, right?" Belle nodded vigorously. "Ok. So... Peeep," she emphasized, "has an idea. You... might not like it. Or you might. Who knows. Different strokes, right?" "What does that mean?" "Velvet can be kinda... single minded sometimes. She might think there's only one way ta establish herself. Yanno. By... stickin it in ya." Belle paled. "I know. But what if you.. like... yanno... submitted?" Beau blinked. "What does that mean?" "Soooo... How do you feel about blowjobs?" He blushed and looked down. "Nobody has ever given me one." Peep took a quick breath and opened her mouth like she was about to respond, and then bit her lip for a moment. "Howwwww do you feel about giving them?" Belle nodded slowly as the puzzle pieces started to fit together in his head. Submitting. Ok. Get Velvet to stop antagonizing him by... He didn't even want to say the word in his inner monologue. He took a deep breath. It's not like he'd never done it before. He nodded at Peep. "Oh yer... Wow, I didn't think you'd actually go for it! Ok, c'mon!" She wrapped her arm around the little mare's shoulder and led him through the gate to the picnic table. Velvet stopped her pacing, and the surprise was written on her face that they were both coming over to her. "Velvet-" "No," Belle said, interrupting the blonde. Peep was nearly as shocked that he spoke up as he was. "Belle will say it." Velvet drew herself up to her full height. Although that was still shorter than any of the others, her position on the hill put her eye level above Peeps. "You don't have to think of... of him as a threat." Velvet's right eyebrow rose up at first, disagreeing with his pronoun choice, but the left followed it a moment later when Belle took a few steps forward and knelt down in front of her. She swallowed hard as he got down on an even level with her groin, and her eyes bulged when he leaned forward and grasped her. Belle closed his eyes as his neck craned. His tongue slid out over his lips. He lapped at Velvet's lower head, and the stallion took a choked, gasping breath. In his mind, he began to retreat. There was comfort in distance. Peep's soft touch on his shoulder brought him back, although outwardly he did not react. "That's it," she said. "It's not goan' bite you. Just... yanno... suck on it a little." Her voice was close to his ear, quiet and loud all at once. He felt her breast press into his side as she knelt down in the grass slightly behind him and to his right. His lips parted, taking Velvet in. For her part, Velvet merely cooed. "Thaaaaat's it," Peep said encouragingly. "You can take a little more. It'll be alright." Belle opened his eyes briefly to look sideways at Peep, and closed them again almost instantly. "Naw, keep 'em open, sugar. You're gonna wanna see this." His eyes flitted open again, and he followed Peep's pointing finger up. Velvet's eyes were closed, and her mouth was hanging open. Both, however, were smiling. He went further, the stallion's cock sliding deeper, and she whimpered. He went further, passing the halfway point, and she exhaled slowly and deeply. Her hands reached back to grip the edge of the picnic table for balance, and for the first time in a long time, Belle found a sliver of hope. Peep startled him when her hand started moving on his shoulder, but the jolt only seemed to help. Velvet made a sound halfway between a chortle and a giggle at the way his tongue and lips tightened around her fuckstick. It took him a minute to come back from focusing on her to notice that Peep's hand had slid down to his side. His slow crawl inward along Velvet's length finally reached the end, and he held himself there, testing the waters. She was a fair bit bigger than average, with a soft upward curve and a healthy thickness, but he didn't feel out of his depth so to speak. As he rolled his head back at the neck, his tongue serpentined underneath the thick middle vein, and Velvet sighed happily. The taste of her was... nice. "Wow," Peep whispered in his ear. "Different strokes indeed." His core tightened as he felt the blonde mare take his own cock into her hands, the shock derived as much from the suddenness of it as from the realization he'd been hard. "See? Isn't this better?" Belle made a kind of affirmatory grunt around the fleshy rod in his mouth, but his focus was still on Velvet's face. On the way her mane framed her face. On the way her thick-but-not-overly-thick eyebrows suited her face. On the way sweat glistened on her darkened skin. He knew why he'd never noticed how pretty Velvet was, but that didn't stop him from thinking it now. He backed off, keeping only Velvet's head in his mouth, and grasped the exposed length in his hand. Softly stroking as his lips and tongue lavished tender ministrations to the stallion. His stallion, once he thought about it. All four stalls were filled. There weren't likely to be any more coming, so this was it. Unless something drastic happened, the situation would stay the same. The pecking order, the same. If that meant doing... this... from time to time to keep peace, he thought he might be ok with that. Velvet moaned loudly above him, and he redoubled his efforts. Stroking quickly while his tongue worked feverishly over the engorged tip. "You are workin her up quick, Belle!" Peep's quiet awe, as she held him and worked him over, was plain. Velvet gasped as she opened her eyes for the first time in minutes to find both mares staring up at her. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes drooped, and Belle went for it. He slid his hand over against the top of her thigh and impaled his mouth on her cock. A sudden quivering in Velvet's middle warned Belle that she was close. Peep turned away at a sound and smiled. "Look ma," she shouted. "No hands!" Velvet cried out too, albeit wordlessly, and raised her hands weakly into the air while Belle continued to fellate her, unaware that Ms. Winters and Beau had exited the house and were heading towards them. As he milked the last drops of cum from the stallion's prick, he noticed the direction of everyone else's attention and turned. He sputtered as he saw Beau staring at him, and the complicated series of events that had led to this unravelled in his mind. This had been a mistake. It was the only way to make life easier. Beau looked mortified. Velvet looked sated. When the two of them began walking again, Belle noticed his sister limping more than slightly. He awkwardly got up and ran towards them, hating himself for having forgotten her. Her! His twin sister! For getting distracted with... As he neared, he could see the reddened tips of cane marks peeking around the sides of her buttocks, and he whimpered sympathetically. "Nnn-uuuh...Bbb-uhh... Are you ok?" Beau shot the boy a cold glare. "You have cum on your cheek," was all she said. Ms. Winters smirked and tugged on the leash. Belle was left behind, dumbstruck. Ms. Winters grinned widely as she came over to the picnic table. "I'm glad to see my ponies finally starting to get along in my absence. That's very encouraging. Right here, Beau," she said, pointing to the other end of the picnic table. Beau set down a large cardboard box she'd been carrying with a frigid kind of stiffness, and Winters unpacked four sealed plastic containers. Belle came up beside his sister again, but she turned away sharply and walked off to sit down at the very edge of her leash to eat alone. Peep gave him a consolatory shoulder hug, handed him his salad, and plopped down next to where Belle had frozen. She patted the tuft of grass behind him. Ms. Winters and Velvet whispered softly on the other side of the table, well out of earshot of the others. Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 02 "A little farther," Ms. Winters called, hands cupped around her mouth. Peep looked over at Belle, and they each dragged their barrels back a few more feet. The indoor arena had been divided in half, and all of Ms. Winters normally-disused gymkhana equipment had been pulled out of the storage shed. It was pouring outside and so, instead of their normal routine, she had decided to have a little fun with her ponies. Even if the ponies themselves weren't having any. Belle met up with Peep and walked, slump-shouldered, back toward the front of the arena. No matter how much Peep tried to cheer him up, Belle was despondent. Beau hadn't spoken to him in a week, and the sudden void in his life where his twin should have been was clearly affecting the little show pony. Peep frowned to herself as she laid a hand on his shoulder. "C'mon. Chin up," she said. Belle nodded and stood up straighter. If his posture slipped too much for too long, Ms. Winters noticed. Peep was pretty sure Ms. Winters always knew right away and was cutting Belle a lot of slack, but that slack was not infinite. Belle was her ward for the time being, so if Belle got punished, so did Peep. That wasn't why she was looking out for him, though. Well, maybe it had something to do with it, but Peep had put some thought into her motivation a few days before and was pretty sure it was 80% helping Beau, 20% helping herself. Maaaaaaaaybe 70 / 30. Dead ahead stood Velvet and Beau. The two race ponies could not be more different. Velvet, who Peep was pretty sure was either Cuban or Dominican, hopped up and down in her heel-less boots. She was a picture of boisterous exuberance. Everything about her was dark, from her cream-and-coffee skin, to her near-black eyes and pitch black hair, to her often-disturbing-and-sometimes-unhinged smile. Maybe Mexican. It was almost funny, when Peep thought about it; Velvet could stare you in the eye and retell every detail of the most horrific, inhumane things Ms. Winters had ever done to her, but she wouldn't say word one about her life before she got here. If Peep were a betting mare, she'd have guessed it was somehow worse, as if that was even possible. Beau, on the other hand, was bitter indifference to her toes. Which, Peep thought, were pretty cute. She had light colored hair for an Asian (just like her brother), and really striking blue eyes (again, just like her brother). Where Velvet had the run of the ranch, Beau was leashed and tightly controlled. Where Velvet was loud and in your face, Beau was sullen and introverted. The only place they were the same, as far as Peep could tell, was in the way Ms. Winters treated them. Sure, she had an enviable rapport with Velvet, but there was never any special favors. Their meals were the same and their treats were the same, even if Beau ignored them or failed to earn them. The scoreboard reset to zero every day, which Peep thought was mighty white. Which Peep thought was a kind of racist thing to say, but she didn't have a better phrase. Ms. Winters was already talking to them as Peep and Belle got there. "...will count as a forfeit and an automatic loss. Not running the course properly will count as a forfeit and an automatic loss. Remember, Beau, the doors are locked." Beau was unphased by the meaningful look cast her way. "Do either of you need me to explain the course again?" Velvet shook her head vigorously. "This is stupid," Beau said, doing a pretty good impression of emotionlessness. "Ah, but you haven't heard the prize yet, my impertinent little pony," the older woman said, with a twinkle in her eye. "On your marks..." Velvet leaped to her side of the arena and hovered over her starting line. "What's the prize?" Beau hadn't moved, but her enthusiasm level had risen juuuust a hair. "Get set..." Beau folded her arms, leaned back slightly, and tilted her head to the side. In her peripheral vision, Peep could see Belle's frustration. He hated seeing his sister punished; it tore him up. Peep empathized, not wanting to see Beau punished either, although her reason was a little different. Beau's almost-militant refusal to cooperate at any time was a stressor for everyone. If she could just open her eyes and see what was right in front of her, Peep knew things would get better. "Go!!" Velvet threw herself headlong down the first straightaway. She slid through the soft sand, sending up a sheet of it as she rounded the first barrel. Then, almost all the way back to the start, her arms pumping furiously as she ran. She made the next part, a 6 -turn slalom, look easy. All eyes in the arena were on her as she rounded the final barrel and sprinted the last hundred yards back to the finish line. All eyes except Beau's, that is. Beau remained stock still, staring at Ms. Winters. "One minute 12 seconds," Ms. Winters announced loudly. "Very good, Velvet." The short stallion beamed. "Now, in the future, we will run three heats and use the best of three or an average for each of you, but that's not going to be necessary today, is it Beau?" The angry little race pony hadn't moved and did not acknowledge the question. "I thought not. Velvet is the winner!" Velvet shouted gleefully, but quickly composed herself. Beau rolled her eyes. "First prize is... wait for it... ... ...a night with Belle!" "What?!" Beau took a menacing step forward, her small hands balled into fists, but stopped when Velvet appeared at her side. "You haven't heard the best part yet. Second prize is a night with... me!" Beau took another step, this time in reverse. The taller woman's smirk, as she stepped up and leashed the shrinking mare, could have been interpreted in so many ways that Peep had no idea where to begin guessing. "Come along, Beau." Peep watched with equal parts curiosity and sympathy as Beau was led off, yet again, to the house. She yelped as Velvet stepped in between her and Belle and stretched her arms over their shoulders. Peep swatted the offending hand, and Velvet chuckled. Beau looked back over her shoulder once, and Belle squealed as Velvet grabbed his ass. Once Ms. Winters and Beau stepped out of the arena, Velvet seemed to settle down. Her posture drooped a little, and her manic grin eased to something a little more human. Peep couldn't tell if it was because the departure of her rival or Ms. Winters. Belle started to walk toward the door, but Velvet grabbed his shoulder. "Give them a few minutes," she said somberly. "That might not be something you want to walk in on. Go clean up the barrels." Peep nodded and, with Belle in tow, began the process of cleaning up the arena. Given the way Ms. Winters had intimated future races, they didn't put the equipment back fully, but instead left it tidy and out of the way; more easily retrievable than at the back of the storage shed at the corner of the property. Velvet seemed a bit on edge as the two show ponies came trudging toward her. Peep looked over at Belle, and he seemed even more reluctant than usual to be near the raging stallion. "How about dinner," she blurted. Velvet and Belle both paused. "I mean, if it's a prize and all, why not make a night of it?" Belle stammered, and Velvet... was Velvet discretely nodding at her? Yes, Velvet was. Nodding where Belle couldn't see, and when Belle turned, Velvet merely stared at him. "Ok," Peep said. "Velvet, you're filthy, and you know it. Don't give me that look." "Fine," Velvet said sullenly. "Go wash up. Me 'n the boy wonder'll cook up something in the kitchen." "We will?" Velvet nodded and jogged off toward the exit, and Peep put her arm around Belle's shoulder. "Yup," Peep said. "Plus, it's about time you started helpin' with the food anyway." As her two show ponies rarely got dirty enough to require cleaning beforehand, Ms. Winters only demanded that they take off their boots before coming up into the main house. Velvet was already stripped and under the hot water as they entered the basement, and Peep thought it was odd that Velvet turned away as they walked by. Turned away, but was keeping them in her peripheral vision. Peep had never seen anything approaching modesty from the diminutive stallion, and it wrinkled her brow. Belle seemed not to notice, and they climbed up the stairs into the kitchen quietly. "Okay," Peep said, clapping her hands together as they stared at the contents of the refrigerator. "Start off with a nice saaalaaaaad, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand... aha!" She pulled out the paper-wrapped fish and delicately set it on the counter. She blindly pointed behind herself. "Grab that sauce pan." Peep set Belle to work putting together a salad while she fried up the fish for the three of them. It wasn't long before the rich smell wafted through the air and filled the kitchen, but Belle's mind was clearly elsewhere. Peep watched him nervously staring towards the half of this floor occupied by Ms. Winters bedroom and playroom while he inattentively shredded lettuce. She couldn't hear any noise coming from there, but she wasn't sure if that made things better or worse. If she heard screams, as horrible as that might be, at least they'd know. The wondering was eating at him, and it was starting to show. Peep snapped her fingers in front of Belle's face, grabbing his attention. "If you shred that lettuce much more, we'll be eating confetti hun." Belle flushed. "Sorry... my- um... Belle? Belle's mind was wandering." Peep raised an eyebrow and crooked a finger underneath his chin, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "Peep knows where your mind was, but that's not going to do you, or the dinner, any good. What's going to be is going to be. Right now you just need to worry about dicing up these tangerines and not yer fingers. Your sister will come down later, maybe a little better or worse off, but she'll be fine." Belle gave Peep a small smile, leaning into her touch and earning himself a wide grin. "That's my boy! You know, Peep thinks we should crack open the juice. We're gonna live large tonight!" "Juice?" "Well, you don't think Ms Winters would let us have alcohol do ya? Unless you'd rather water." "Peep!" Velvet's voice echoed up from the grooming room. "Get your fat ass down here!" "Ugh. Bitch," she muttered. She pointed at the fish as she crossed the kitchen to the stairs going down. "Add the salt, the dill, and the lemon zest next, and don't let it burn." She stumped down the stairs, mumbling about smothering Velvet with her 'fat' ass one of these days. "What?" she grunted. "Velvet never thought about this," she said quietly, "but she has no nice clothes to wear." Peep stared at her, dumbfounded, and bit hard on her tongue. "Don't laugh," Velvet said, blushing slightly, which of course only made Peep laugh.. "She looks stupid, doesn't she?" "Oh darlin'!" She hadn't really looked at Velvet when she first came down, and now saw the soft eyeshadow and liner and "Oh mah Gawd, are you wearin' lipstick?" Velvet frowned and sighed. "You like him! Like, like him!" Peep gushed. Velvet growled menacingly. "Oh and Peep didn't even see your hair!" which was parted down the middle, the left side held back from her face with a beret. Her mane was so thick that you almost couldn't tell she had the undercut. "This is stupid," Velvet said, turning back to the mirrors. "You're gonna leave him speechless," she said, which caused Velvet to duck her head and blush. "Really. Just put on that jet black corset." "It's not too much?" "It's perfect, now hurry up. From the smell, he's fucking up dinner already." Peep stumped back up the stairs, and was barely successful at hiding her grin, "Why is Peep smelling burned fish?" she called out. "B-Belle's sorry! He's never cooked before!" Peep gave the boy's ass a slap and shooed him away from the stove. "You two, go set the table and try not to break anything. I'll salvage this." Belle gave her a sheepish look as he grabbed the plates and left. Peep grinned and winked at Velvet as she stepped up and into the kitchen, making shooing motions. "Don't just stand there, go get him!" she whispered. Velvet lingered at the top of the stairs a moment longer, nibbling at her lip, before following Belle to the dining room. Get a room, she thought to herself, although she immediately took it back. She wanted to watch. Maybe more than watch. She frowned as she inspected the filets. He'd mostly just burned the skin, so the fish was going to be a bit dry at worst. The seasoning wasn't half bad though. Maybe there was hope for the kid yet. She scooped up the salads and carried them out to the table where Velvet and Belle were very intensely not looking at each other. "Doesn't she look pretty, Belle?" Peep prodded. "Ye- uhh..." he stammered, as he looked at Velvet. Probably for the first time, she thought. "Yeah." The second one was far more earnest, and Peep smiled to herself as she went back for the fish. They were both blushing fiercely by the time she returned. She set down the plates and moved past the table to open the doors and windows that lead out onto the patio, letting in the cool evening air. Belle leaned forward to take a bite of his fish, and didn't see Velvet mouthing the words thank you to her, which Peep responded to with a small nod. "The... uhmm... fish tastes good," Velvet said quickly. "Belle did a good job seasoning it," Peep deflected, "didn't he?" Velvet nodded and grunted affirmatively around a mouthful of food. Most of the meal passed in a comfortable silence interspersed with compliments for the food. The more she thought about it, the more Peep marvelled; she'd never seen Velvet so out of her element, so subdued. It occurred to her that there was a chance this was Velvet's first date. Like, ever. She nodded to herself, deciding not only that it was probably true but also that she was determined to make it a good date and not just for Belle's sake. She took a gamble. "Belle, do you know any jokes?" Most good guys could be counted on for a good joke here and there, and Belle seemed like a nice... well... more than a boy anyway. Belle paused mid-chew to stare at her like a deer in headlights. He swallowed a few seconds later and stammered, eyes rolling up as he searched his memory. "Velvet knows a joke," she said quietly. "Hun," Peep said carefully, "it's not another knock-knock joke, is it?" "No, this is a real joke." Belle sat up and turned toward her, and Peep braced herself. Velvet quietly cleared her throat and took a quick sip from her glass. "So this guy, his... his bar closes. You know, it was his bar. Went there every day. He spent a week moping, dejectedly drinking at home, alone, before he decided he needed to find a-a-a... a new place. You know, a new place to call his own. So on his way home from work the next day, he spots a little hole-in-the-wall he's been passing for years, but that he's never gone in. In a moment of inspiration, he swerves into the parking lot and strides inside." Velvet licked her lips, and when she continued, her voice was a little stronger. "The interior is very much to his liking. A lot of old wood that's been re-lacquered more than a few times. It has... character. The kind you can't whip up by stapling americana to the wall. He nods to himself and decides it's passed muster, so he goes up and takes a seat at the bar. The cushion is nicely worn. He takes a minute to look around, and... kinda take it all in. "The bartender comes over and asks what he'll have, and he orders a beer. Baseball's on a TV in the corner. Not a giant, obtrusive TV; it's part of the ambiance. He turns, and as he does, his elbow brushes against something on the surface of the bar and he turns back to it. There is a 4x6 card, attached with more layers of scotch tape than he can count, that reads 'Ask about our three challenges'. "Next time the bartender comes by, he flags him down and asks. '20 bucks to find out,' the bartender says, so the guy shrugs and shells out. The bartender puts it in a giant pickled egg jar down at the end of the bar. Practically bursting with money. 'Ok,' he says when he comes back. 'First challenge. See that guy down there?' Guy turns to see that the bartender is pointing at a large biker, possibly Mexican, certainly covered in tattoos, sitting at the end of the bar and enjoying a quiet drink by himself. 'You gotta knock Lenny off his stool.' "Guy nods, not wanting to show too soon that he's already out. He doesn't think the trick is knocking Lenny off, but being able to continue after Lenny gets up. 'Second Challenge,' the bartender says. He leans back and pounds his fist against the wall. A gruff dog starts going ballistic on the other side. 'That's my girl Daisy. Daisy has a loose tooth, the poor thing. You've gotta get it out.' Guy nods. He can't get any more disinterested in trying, but at this point why stop him? " 'Third Challenge,' the bartender says, as he pulls up his arm and checks his watch. 'In about two hours, Sister Helen Marie is gonna come in, sit down in that corner booth, order a Shirley Temple, and relax for a while. Fine little thing. You've gotta fuck her. Panties as proof, or whatever it is nuns wear.' Guy just nods. He was out 20 bucks after the first challenge. "So... many beers later... Guy is grumbling to himself. He's a little annoyed that he doesn't think this bar is gonna work out. They kinda ripped him off. He looks down at the jar of money, and it's just 20's on top of 20's on top of 20's. And he looks over at Lenny, who looks positively dead on his stool, and he thinks... maybe... "Staggers off of his barstool... Doesn't say a word. Just slugs Lenny. Boom. Lenny drops like a stone. Turns around without really checking and stumbles through the swinging door into the back. Daisy immediately starts barking ferociously, but after a few seconds, the tone changes completely. She's howling, and loudly. Wailing. Guy is kinda screaming too. Everyone in the bar is just watching the door. Slowly, after a couple minutes, Daisy quiets down, and another minute later, Guy comes staggering back out. Shirt and pants shredded, bleeding from numerous deep scratches, and he says 'Alright, where's the nun with the loose tooth?' " Velvet's straight face never faltered, but a hint of color began to creep into her cheeks as the quiet stretched out. "Oh mah gawd," Peep finally said, breaking the silence. Belle continued to stare in mute shock, while Peep slowly covered her gaping mouth. "Oh mah gawd. Oh mah gawd!" Belle's laugh was quiet at first, but it slowly rose in volume and fervor until he was cackling. "Oh mah gawd." Velvet's smile, as she looked back and forth between them, was particularly odd for her. It was... warm. Velvet perked up. "Wait, I've got another one!" Peep groaned in desperation. "No, this one is funny! Knock knock." Belle blinked and waited for Peep to respond, since Velvet was looking at her. "Come on!" "...Who's there?" Peep said, reluctantly. "To" "To who?" Velvet started to snicker. "To whom!" Just as Peep was pressing her palm to her forehead in weary resignation, a throaty cry tore through the house. Everyone spun to look at the wall, knowing Beau's voice well. Belle began to grind his teeth, and Peep empathized completely. "Velvet thinks we should... probably go downstairs." Peep nodded. Everyone did their part bringing their dishes into the kitchen, and Peep left a short note explaining that she would be back to clean once things were a little less noisy. She knew that wouldn't actually fly with Ms. Winters and there would be some kind of punishment that went along with it, and she smirked as she followed Belle down the stairs. The trick was to not appear eager. Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 02 "Go on ahead to your stall," she said, nodding at Velvet. "I'll take care of him." Velvet nodded. but hesitated before opening the heavy wooden door and passing through. Belle watched her go impassively, and barely moved as Peep got the shower going. She frowned as she got the soaps and shampoos handy, and began to strip him down. "You know what's about to happen, don't you?" Belle snorted dejectedly. "Yeah. Belle's about to be punished because his sister doesn't want to go along with her fucked up games." "Hun, you're thinking about this all wrong. You're..." Peep paused to gather her thoughts, and moved him under the stream. "This isn't punishment." "I-" He sighed and hung his head. "Belle doesn't understand why he has to do this. With her." Peep finished removing her own corset and, as she stepped into the water behind him, turned him and held him against her. "Because Miss Winters gave you to her," she said. "She won." "So what?!" "You're a show pony, sweetie. This is... this is what your place is." She furrowed her brow as she knelt down to wipe the soapy yellow sponge along his legs. "Peep is sure Ms. Winters explained this to you..." "She told me I'm here to get fucked," he said. "Shit. Belle. Belle is here to get fucked." "Ohhh," she said slowly. "Peep sees what's happening here." "Yeah, Belle's about to get fucked. Again." Peep sighed. "Hun, you've gotta know that there's an order around here." "Well how come Belle has to be at the bottom of it?!" "Tell you what. Velvet is right through that door," she said, pointing. "Go'on in there and show her yer in charge." She tilted her head and waited while Belle balked. "Well? Go on!" She waited another few seconds and shook her head. "Didn't think so. Belle, why are you here?" He blinked in confusion, and after a few seconds, she repeated, "Why are you here?" "Be...because...Because she took us!" "No, that's how you got here. Why are you still here?" "Belle can't leave his sister!" "She's tough," Peep said, shaking her head. "She can take care of herself. Why are you still here? The door is right over there." He turned, looking at the basement door, and paused. "Do you want Peep to tell you why you're still here?" "Fine," he spat. "Why is Belle still here?" "Because your a follower. It's who you are, and there's nothin' wrong with that. Hell, 95% of the world is followers." "I... fuck. Belle isn't-" "Oh stop," she interjected. "You spent yer whole life followin'. First it was your sister, and now someone bigger 'n badder's come along." She took his shoulders and squared him to her. "It's okay to be who you are." He hung his head, and whimpered. "Why does that mean he has to be with her?" "Cus Winters owns you," Peep said simply. "She gave you to Velvet, and that means Velvet can do whatever she wants with you, whether that means she fucks you raw or throws a rave with Clip Clop on the turntables." She paused for a moment. "It's okay to be who you are, sweetie. You just have to admit it to yourself." Belle jerked as if struck. For a long moment, he just stared at her. Finally he sighed; his shoulders sagged. "Is it... is it obvious? That Belle is... you know." "You say it like it's a bad thing! Like it means yer weak or somethin'! It's who you are, and there's nuthin' wrong with that!" He nodded halfheartedly, and Peep resumed washing him. "Peep's been here longer than you, 'n all she's sayin' is to give Velvet a chance. She might surprise you." Belle took a deep, steadying breath and nodded again. The curvy blonde smiled and went about her work. A few minutes later, she patted him down with a soft, clean towel and led him over to the stool and mirrors. His hair, brushed. His nails, trimmed and cleaned. She agonized over applying a little makeup and ultimately decided that might be a bridge too far, but she felt proud as she opened the heavy wooden door and lead him into the stable. Velvet, also naked, grinned as soon as she saw him, and bounced across the stall to meet him; her lips were on him as soon as his feet touched the sawdust. Belle whimpered as she spun him into the wooden wall, pinning him in place with a passion-filled kiss. He writhed under her as she ran a trail of kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Peep winced, watching Belle's discomfort, and opened her mouth to say something when Velvet... ... stopped. She leaned in close again and sniffed at his neck. She hovered over him a little longer, and then stepped back. She ran a hand over her scalp, pushing her long black hair until it all flowed down one side of her head and over her shoulder. "You..." She frowned and pursed her lips. "You don't have to be afraid." Her hands came up as she stepped in again, cupping his face gently. Pressing her body against him. Peep tilted her head to watch as Velvet's cock dug into his abs, and she licked her lips. This kiss was much softer, much slower, and Belle's eyes closed. "Trust Velvet." When she broke the kiss this time, though, Velvet's lips wandered down. Belle's face was wrought in wide-eyed surprise as the dark stallion dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands slid down past his waist and settled against the tops of his thighs, fingers spread wide. Her eyes followed his erection as it rose, and her tongue slipped out from between her lips to meet the tip. Belle drew a ragged breath, his fingertips reaching in between the boards as he stiffened. Peep bit her lip and leaned against the door as she took in the view, her fingers finding her tender nipples unconsciously. She cooed appreciatively as Velvet lapped at the mare's head. Smiled at the way Belle braced himself against the wall. Moaned at the way precum dripped onto, and ran down between, Velvet's tan thighs. She thrilled to see Velvet take the mare's cock between her lips, watching the subtle movements of the stallions cheeks and throat, and she echoed Belle's first cry as Velvet went deep for the first time. The sight of Velvet bobbing on the young mare's cock was too much. "Fuck," she whispered. Belle's head whipped in her direction, clearly having forgotten he had an audience, and his face reddened dramatically. It reddened even further when he looked down to see Peep was fingering herself. "Fuck!!" Belle convulsed as Velvet gagged on him, and pressed her hand against his groin to brace herself. Bless her heart, though, Velvet was right back at it a moment later and Peep had the best seat in the house. She cooed quietly as she pushed two fingers inside herself, physically incapable of being silent but not wanting to disturb or distract either of them. She bit her lip and winced as she twisted and pulled up on her nipple, lifting until the absolute brink of pain. It wasn't enough. It wasn't enough just to watch. It was with great reluctance that Peep withdrew her fingers, a necessary evil to avoid having to waddle across the sawdust. Instead, unencumbered, she was able to stalk toward Belle, her fingertips dragging along the stall wall beside her. His eyelids were heavy as he turned, and he whimpered involuntarily. Peep smiled as she reached out to grasp his face, knowing full well what that did for her cleavage, and pressed her body against him. She twined her left leg around his right, rubbing her vulva against his hip. Her clit sang as it found a protruding piece of hip to grind on. She raised his face toward her and kissed him gently. Kissed him again. Kissed him a third time, and as she pulled back, brought his lower lip with her. The wall boards where his fingers were anchored creaked from the strain. "This isn't so bad," she whispered, her lips dancing over his, "is it?" "No," he panted. Below, Velvet's pace slowed as she pressed for depth. Peep's smile widened as she leaned forward, the tip of her nose and forehead resting against the same. "Are you ready?" she whispered. Belle nodded. Peep leaned her head back, relishing one last, glorious grind against his hip, and disentangled herself. Belle finally loosened his death grip on the wooden boards behind him, and gently ran his fingers through Velvet's hair. The dark stallion paused, looking up, and smiled around the head of his cock. "I'm ready," he said. Peep cooed as she looked down; Velvet's thighs were slick with her own precum, and a glob of Belle's splashed down to join the mix. Velvet smoothly rolled to her feet, and Belle surprised both of them by leaning forward to kiss her. It was brief, but Peep was sure she saw light refracting off of a strand of fluid between their lips as he pulled back. His hips turned farther than his shoulders, and he stared back at her as he put a hand back on the wall. Velvet's eyes grew large, and Peep cooed again as a fresh bead of precum sat on the head of her upturned cock like a little crown. "Why don't we," Peep said breathily, "get you a little wet first." She winked at Velvet as she stepped between them and squatted. Her thumbs settled between the mare's fleshy cheeks, pulling him apart, and Belle instinctively bent forward. "Mmmmm, that's perfect." She delicately placed her tongue against the very base of his cock, and dragged upwards. As her tongue glided over the pucker, she couldn't help but think how, as his twin, Beau's ass was probably very similar. Her tongue reset and glided up. Reset and glided up. Reset and glided up. "If only there was some way Velvet could get wet too," she murmured, lips faintly grazing along the inside of his cheeks. She closed her eyes, letting the sounds wash over her. Her cheeks flushed with heat as she heard Velvet shuffle in the sawdust. The soft smacking as Belle opened his mouth made her quiver, and Velvet's gasps stirred her middle. She yearned to be a part of it. She readjusted her fingers, and her thumbs pulled him apart. He gasped around Velvet's manhood, and Peep's tongue found his asshole to be very compliant. She opened her mouth a little wider, and pushed deeper inside him. Deeper. Deeper. "Get it nice and wet," Velvet said, huskily. "That's right." Belle moaned. "Fuck. Fuck!" Peep only had a moments notice, as Belle's lips smacked loudly. She reacted too slowly, and Velvet put a fist in her hair to clear the way. She gasped as she rolled to the side, equal parts in awe of the stallion's lust and turned on by the way Velvet handled her. Determined not to be left out, she scampered across the floor to kneel next to Belle. She grinned, contrasting the concentration on Velvet's face as she lined herself up with the mare against the reluctant anticipation Belle wore. "You're doing amazing," she whispered, her fingers caressing Belle's cheek. His mouth opened, and his eyes pinched shut. Velvet grunted loudly behind him, and with a wet squelch, they moaned in unison. Peep couldn't stop from kissing his open-hanging mouth, her tongue diving in after his. She shivered as he screamed into her, and her fingers raked his scalp. "Yes," she moaned. She watched furtively over his shoulder at Velvet, at the diminutive stallion's look of sheer bliss. Belle's cries came in waves, matching Velvet's halting thrusts. When she finally hilted, Velvet paused. Her hands slid along his sides, up to his ribs and then back down to his hips. Peep had to fight down a tiny bit of jealousy watching Velvet's ravenous expression. She knew she was a good fuck, but the stallion had never shown this kind of interest in her. If she was being honest with herself, she'd never had that level of interest in Velvet either, but that didn't mean she was entirely ok with it. She would be. Someday. She really needed to cum. She could feel it, twisting inside her. Fingers wouldn't be enough to get it all. Not this time. Not unless she spent all night working at it. There, hanging out of his mouth, teasing her, was Belle's tongue. She would be patient. "You're taking her," she whispered encouragingly. "You should see her face right now. She is absolutely loving being inside you." Velvet grunted, though whether it was one of agreement or sheer physical pleasure, Peep couldn't tell. "Fuck, Belle. This is so hot." She continued to cradle his face in one hand, fingertips lightly massaging his cheek, and her other hand reached down between his legs to grasp his waggling, drooling cock. He screamed as she squeezed it, and his knuckles whitened against the wall. She couldn't deny being attracted to the little mare. His delicate features were a little on the soft side for her, but his tool was nevertheless impressive for his sstature. More than that, though, every time she saw something about him she liked, some feature that struck her as attractive, her mind instantly switched tracks to picture it on Beau. Well, almost every time; she didn't picture Beau with a dick. Beau had a beautiful little cunt. The outer lips shared the same slightly darkened complexion as the rest of her skin, but her inner lips? Peep shuddered as she thought about the few glimpses she'd seen. Puffy, with a light pink color. Her clit poked out like a little pearl, and Peep had spent more than one night already fingering herself to sleep thinking about it. "Fuck," Belle cried, and Peep snapped to. Cum was dripping off of her thumb and running down her forearm, and the poor little mare mewled as she absently pumped him for more. There was quite a large clump in the sawdust, which made her wonder if Beau was a squirter... Belle's knees began to buckle. Velvet frowned as she pulled out and eased him down onto the ground, and as he curled up, Peep pulled his head into her lap. "Was that so bad?" she said quietly, as she stroked his hair. Velvet's eyebrows rose, but Peep waved her off. She twisted as she sat so she was more resting on the side of her hip, with her feet tucked beside her. Belle nodded slowly, panting, and Peep grinned as she watched the last bits of cum dribble from his shrinking head. "Take a minute," she said. Peep nodded reassuringly at Velvet, who was starting to get anxious. Still rock hard and glistening from the effort. Peep smiled to herself as she admired Velvet's body. The stallion's extremely dark nipples had always intrigued her and watching the concerto of muscles, even just as she breathed deeply, was fascinating. Peep had come to find that, as much as she liked her own larger breasts, she really preferred smaller breasts on other women. Velvet was on the small side of small, but Beau... Beau's breasts were just about perfect. Peep cooed just thinking about them. Belle twisted to look up at her to see why she'd made a noise, and that twisting need inside her began to grow. Rapidly. His concern for her was so genuine. Peep was barely conscious of grabbing his hair. Or of the way she rolled back and spread her legs. Or of pulling his shocked face into her sex. Just the pressure against her folds was wonderful, albeit not nearly enough. Weakly, Belle tried to push himself up and away, but she held his head firmly in place, grinding her dripping cleft against his sputtering lips. "Lick," Velvet said ominously, as she grabbed his hips and pushed him down flat into the sawdust. Peep took a shuddering breath, watching the dark pony crawl over him. "Lick her, mare." Belle's eyes widened as he saw Velvet's mane in his peripheral vision. "Velvet doesn't hear you licking," she said, as she pressed her body against his. Peep could just make out her cock nestled between his buns, and she moaned loudly. "You're doing something right, but Velvet doesn't think it's what she said." She grabbed the back of his head and pushed. "Lick," she enunciated. And he did. Peep threw back her head and moaned again as his tongue slipped between her folds. He grunted into his work, and Peep felt his hands slip under and around her thighs. "That's it," Velvet said. "A little higher now. Find her clit. There's a reward if you find her clit." Belle's cheeks flared brightly, and he reluctantly stroked higher and higher. "Yes," Peep moaned. "Ooooooh Fuck yes, Beau!" "Oooh, do you hear that," Velvet snickered. "You're not even the tongue she wants right now." Peep cooed as she watched Velvet's hips rise up into the air and sink back down a second later. Velvet grunted happily. "Thank you for tightening back up a bit." Belle mewled into her cunt, and Peep knew she wasn't going to last much longer. She rolled flat onto her back and took up both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Her face pinched tight as she twisted and stretched, pulling her areolas until they were practically touching in the middle. "Fuck!" she cried. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" "Good boy," Velvet snarled. She lifted herself up off of him slightly, tucked her arms under him to grab his shoulders from the front, and began thrusting into him again. Velvet set a fast pace, and Belle screamed into Peep's cunt, which sent another crashing, orgasmic wave through her. We all needed this, Peep thought, as her toes began to cramp from curling. God, we all needed this. She tried to lift her head, to look down at them, but the effort was beyond her. Both orgasms had been huge, and all she could do was writhe in the sawdust and soak up the incredible sound of Velvet and Belle fucking for the first time. Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 03 "You haven't heard the best part yet," Ms. Winters said. "Second prize is a night with... me!" Beau took a step back, but Velvet was still right there. The little monster was always right there. Beau glared at Ms. Winters as the steel haired woman stepped forward, leash in hand, and clasped it to the collar around her neck. She hated the leash. She hated the collar. Fuck, she hated it all. "Come along, Beau." Ms. Winters tugged lightly on the leash, and Beau trudged along beside her. She heard Velvet snicker and looked over her shoulder. Velvet had her arm around Peep and smacked Stephan's ass, who yelped, looking at her pleadingly. "Don't worry about him, girl," the awful bitch said. "Calm down." "Calm down? You're leaving my brother with that freak. She's a rapist!" "I knew I was going to have to correct that," she said wistfully. "Beau, we have much to do tonight. Much to do." They stopped at the door, and the taller woman turned to her expectantly. Beau turned her lip in disgust and put the tie around her thighs. "Another notch." "It's too tight! It hurts!" "We're not going far. Another notch." Beau cursed silently and tightened the hobbler. "That's better." She unlocked the door and gave another tug on the leash. "Come along," she said. Beau staggered behind her, out into the dreary rain and across the yard. Ms. Winters was silent as she opened the basement door and led Beau into the grooming room. She tied the leash off on a hook in the ceiling, and stepped around behind Beau with a tsk. "You don't need a shower before we go upstairs." "Hooray," Beau said mockingly. "No, Beau. That's not a good thing." The older woman sighed as she loosened the laces on Beau's corset. "You're a racing pony. You should be dirty and sweaty, and instead you're as fresh as you were before we started." "Just trying to keep your expenses low," Beau chuckled. "Haven't you heard there's a recession?" "Hmmm," the taller woman said, as she began to walk in a small circle around Beau. "You know, this morning you were cold and distant, as is your custom. You were... mmmm, resistant?... to the idea of a race? Your disinterest is troubling, although hardly new." She came to a stop in front of Beau, and leaned in close. "And yet since you found out we were going to be spending some quality time together, you've antagonised me non-stop." Beau spat at her. "Oh yes," she said, wiping the glob of saliva from her nose with a wicked smile. "We are going to have fun tonight." The older woman unfastened and removed her corset, and all the while, Beau continued to sulk. She glowered at the woman on the other end of the leash as she was lead through the long room and up the stairs to the playroom. "Would you believe," she finally said, as she lead Beau through the various apparatus', "that this is the room in the house I put the least amount of thought into?" Beau's brow knitted in disbelief as they came to a stop next to a padded cross. "I know," she said, conversationally, as she took Beau's left arm and moved it toward a restraint. Beau fought her, pulling her arm back, but it was for naught. Winters yanked hard on the leash, pulling Beau with ease, and had a wrist in the strap before Beau had her balance. "I had hundreds of ideas for the other rooms. Specific products and brands, floor layout, et cetera, but this room? I went a different route." Beau fought each wrist and ankle, but once the first one was attached, it was down to a contest of strength she was bound to lose. "I had met a contractor at a club a few years back. The same man who built the stalls downstairs. Anyway," she said, as she walked over to the wall of implements, "he showed me his dungeon once, and I was... hmmm..." Ms. Winters frowned as she looked over her riding crops. "I was impressed by a rig he had that he'd built himself. Very sturdy. It was nothing to look at on it's own, but it had many restraints that could be used in different combinations. Very inventive." She took one off the wall with a bit of folded leather on the end and flicked it through the air twice. "No," she muttered, putting it back. "Anyway, I knew that he had other designs, and when I began to conceive of The Ranch, I knew that I was going to be putting this room in his hands. I commissioned his whole sketch book. "It's the only thing I would put in his hands." She picked up a slightly shorter crop with a bit of hard nylon on the end. "He demonstrated some of the uses of his rig, which he had named 'The Breaker'," she sighed, rolling her eyes. She gestured around the room with one hand. "All of these have names, and all of them just as ridiculous. Anyway, he demonstrated them with his slave. A pitiful thing, that slave. Howled and whined the whole time, and not once did it thank him. Do you know why?" Beau's flat expression remained unchanged as Ms. Winters went over to different drawer and withdrew a bullet vibrator. "I'll tell you why; because it wasn't thankful. It didn't really want to be there. It didn't know what it wanted, and so it let that man have his way with it, let him abuse it, just to have something to hold on to. An owner should know better. He's an awful man, and a fool." "That doesn't sound at all like anyone I know." Ms. Winters smirked as she set down her handful, and went out into her bedroom. Her voice carried loudly through the open spaces as she continued. "I could have gone to someone else, and hovered over their shoulder while they worked, but I'm not an engineer. I would only have gotten in the way of people who know better and in this matter, this one matter, I believe that man knows best." "Is there a point in all this?" "Does that make this easier for you?" Ms. Winters had her head quirked as she returned with a leather case and a bowl of water. Beau's eyebrows slowly rose the taller woman removed a razor and shaving cream from the case. "Now, I know I've set down some very specific rules for grooming, but those are born out of aesthetic. What I'm about to do is a courtesy." Beau turned her head and winced as the older woman knelt down before her. The cream felt cold as it was spread around her vulva, and she couldn't help but twitch. "If there was ever a time for you to keep still, my little troublemaker, this is it." Beau nodded tightly, and Ms. Winters went back to carefully smearing the white lather up and down her outer labia. "Good girl." Her skin pebbled when she felt the razor press against her groin and begin an agonizingly-slow trip downward. The sound of it, like velcro tearing, set her teeth on edge, although the bark was far worse than the bite. Ms. Winters had a smooth and even hand. Every other short stroke over her skin was followed by a quick swish in the bowl. Beau didn't want to watch, but no matter how she twisted, she could still see the steel haired woman kneeling and grinning as she worked. "Your pussy is... just beautiful, Beau," Ms Winters said, dabbing at the left lip with a wet cloth. "I don't expect you've spent a lot of time with a hand mirror to know, but it's true. Your inner lips are like a work of art." Beau flinched as the older woman delicately parted her. The soft cloth trailed along the side of her hooded clit, and the mare barely stifled a cry. "Mmm, a little moist already. Delicious, even if I did make you look like a twelve year old in the process." Beau shut her eyes and turned to the side. "Ah ah ah. Eyes on me, little pony." She gasped as the older woman cupped her sex, the puffy skin molding against her curved palm. Beau hesitantly opened one eye, and squealed as Ms. Winters pushed the tip of her middle finger inward. "Feels good, doesn't it? That first finger? Before you're wet enough for it to slide in, and there's just that... that pressure." "Fuck you," Beau whimpered. "That's not really how this works," she mused. "You know, I don't need you to answer the question; I can tell you enjoy this, but I'd really like to hear it from your mouth." "You're gonna be waiting a long time," Beau snarled. "I have alllll night." Beau breathed a quiet sigh of relief as Ms. Winters stood up and turned around. The older woman removed her tan short sleeve shirt, revealing a black lace bra underneath which she promptly reached behind herself to unfasten. She sat down on the edge of a plush arm chair and removed her boots. Beau stared, slightly enviously, at the teardrop shape of the older woman's breasts as she leaned forward to peel off her socks. "Thank you for keeping your eyes on me," Winters said with a smirk. "It's not always feasible, but I prefer to do these things in the nude, and it's nice to be appreciated for the work I put in to stay in shape." "I didn't say anything," Beau said warily. Beau's eyes widened as the older woman approached her, riding crop in hand, and she gasped as she felt the tip of the crop slide up her cleft. Winters raised and held the glistening tip in the air between them, twisting it so the wetness caught the light. "I'd say that's a bit more than was there before, wouldn't you?" Winters gave her a dark smile as she smeared the wet end of the crop against the tip of Beau's nose. Beau's nostrils flared as she caught the scent of her own arousal. Color bloomed in her cheeks. "Try not to stare while I take off my pants. It's rude." "When you chain us up and tease us, of course you're going to get an unconscious response," Beau spat. "I wouldn't sleep with a monster like you if you begged me." Ms. Winters stepped closer, her eyes flashing. "Oh I promise you, my naughty little pony, that you will be begging me by the end of the night. Whether you're begging me to keep going or begging me to stop, that is up to you." The older woman walked back over to her small assortment and paused. Beau jerked at the sound of tape being pulled off of a roll, twice. The older woman turned and strode back over to her. "Hey," Beau said warningly, as the bullet vibrator was placed against her clit. "Hey," she said, as two strips of tape were placed over it in an X. "Hey-" "I would really rather not gag you tonight, Beau. I do so enjoy the sound of your moans." "I won't m-mmm" Ms. Winters grinned as she flicked the control switch back off. Beau grimaced and shook her head. "Are you gonna do tha-mmmmmmhmmhmm. Fuck." The taller woman sighed and bit her lip. "That's the stuff," she said. She hummed softly to herself as she went back to her array, and Beau shivered at the sound of another piece of tape being ripped off the roll. She twitched at the older woman's touch, as the control was taped to her thigh. "Now... what was the next step?" The steel haired woman tapped her lips with her extended index finger, and then smiled. "Ah yes. Bring to boil." Beau's cheeks flushed as the bullet vibrator sprang to life. Ms. Winters turned around as she unbuttoned her tight riding pants. "You may not understand it yet, you are a simple creature after all, but I actually care quite deeply for you and your brother." She bent forward with an exaggerated slowness, lowering pants too tight to hide anything. "Everything I've done to you, I've done for you. Done what's best for you. I guess you could even say I love you. I love all my pets." She peeked backwards over her shoulder and smirked at Beau as she stood and stepped out of her pants, now dressed only in a pair of black satin panties. Beau fixated on the plush armchair, but she couldn't help but notice the woman's thighs, or her calves, or the bright red polish on her toenails. The persistent buzzing was beginning to spread through her middle, and she pinched her eyes shut. "That's right, Beau. Fight it. Fight me." Ms. Winters stalked forward, drinking in the quivering mare with her eyes. "Don't give in, don't make a sound; that's what I want! Fight me as long as you can, Beau!" "Fuck you," she hissed. Fat beads of sweat began to slide down her forehead, down her neck, and along her ribs. She writhed against her bonds, desperate to cover herself from the leering gaze of her owner. "Sometimes, loving something means having to do things they don't like because you know it's what they need. You need this, badly." "I don't need anything from you," she hissed. "Fuck you! Fuck You!" The last through gritted teeth. Ms. Winters folded her arms across her chest, which had a generous effect on her cleavage, and clucked her tongue. "You may not accept it yet, but I do know what's best. For you and your brother." "Fuck," Beau whimpered, as sweat flooded and poured over her eyebrows. Her world centered around the incessant thrum of the vibrator, like a chord that resonated throughout her entire body, keeping her held taught by it's note for minutes on end. Suddenly, pain lit up her breasts as both of her nipples were viciously twisted, causing her to shriek. She cursed herself for letting her focus waver from her tormentor. "Eyes on me, little pony," Ms. Winters chided. She released the heaving mare's nipples, and took up her riding crop again. Beau gasped as the grinning woman dragged the tip of the crop along the undersides of her modest, heaving breasts. "Theeeeere's that voice of yours. Now, where was I?" "Just about to fuck off," Beau grunted. Ms. Winters smiled as she struck hard and fast, her four fingers landing flat across Beau's dripping folds. Beau cried out, cursing violently. The older woman's eyes lit up as she watched the mare. "That's the reaction I was looking for," she whispered breathily. She leaned in close, her forehead brushing against the tips of the mare's spiked, albeit matted, hair, and stared deep into Beau's eyes she delivered another, harder slap. Beau's shrieked, thrashing at her bindings with renewed vigor. "Now now. We don't want to break our toys." Beau nearly wept in frustration when the older woman reached down and turned off the vibrator. Her breath came in ragged gasps and she slumped, suspended by the wrist restraints. "Reduce heat and allow to simmer," she sang. "It's fascinating to see how different you all are, Beau. You've already been in here more times than Peep, and Belle learned his lesson after one visit in that very chair," she said, pointing at the plush armchair. "Each of them accepted it in time." Beau met Winter's playful grin with a exhausted glare. "He hasn't accepted any of this fucked up hell!" "He most certainly did," she chuckled. "You should have seen him fold to my will while I... 'taught' him. He has slowly come to terms with his place in life. What do you suspect he's doing with Velvet right this moment?" The older woman stepped up to her, hardened nipples grazing against Beau's. "I assure you, they aren't sitting around telling each other knock knock jokes." "He -Aaaaagh," she cried, as Winters flicked the vibrator on again briefly. "I'm sorry," the older woman grinned, leaning in to brush her lips along Beau's cheek. "What were you going to say?" "He," Beau panted. "He -Aaaaaagh!!" "Beau," she whispered huskily, "are you trying to make me cum?" "Fuck!" "As much as I appreciate your thoughtfulness, tonight is about you, my beautiful little pony." She smiled as she flicked the vibrator on and off, relishing the sharp screams in her ear. On and off. "I do need your help on one eency little matter, though." "Fuck you," Beau whimpered, but it lacked conviction. "Contrary to what Velvet and Peep think, I am not actually a mind reader." Beau turned her head slightly to stare at the steel haired woman out of the corner of her eye. "I want you to tell me how to get you off." "What?!" "I loathe trial and error, Beau." Beau gasped as fingers trailed down her chest. "I could spend all night touching you but that would defeat the purpose so you are going to tell me. You are going to admit, out loud, how I should make you cum." "Fuck you," Belle whimpered again, trailing off in sobs. "You always say the sweetest things," Ms. Winters laughed, softly. "I'm only going to ask one more time, but before I do let me be clear; if you don't tell me..." Beau cried out as the vibrator sent a jolt through her core. "I'll string you out for hours, and you won't cum. And then tomorrow..." Another jolt, and another cry. "And let us not forget; what I want is to make you orgasm, Beau! Wouldn't that release be wonderful?" "Yes," Beau whimpered. "How do I make you cum, Beau?" "P... P-penetration," her lips betrayed. Ms. Winters moaned softly, her fingers continuing to slide down over Beau's abs and around the taped X. "You want to be penetrated... anally?" Beau whinnied, and shook her head. "Ooooh. Vaginally?" she asked, her middle and ring fingers sliding in between the mare's drooling lips. "Yes," she breathed. "Ask," the older woman said. "W-what?" Beau whimpered, thrusting her pelvis in vain at Winter's retreating hand. "If you want your orgasm, ask for it." Winters enunciated as if she were talking to a slow child. "Please," Beau said hoarsely. "Please penetrate me." Ms. Winters smiled softly, and her two fingers pushed inside Beau with wet shuck. Beau moaned deeply, grinding her hips against the older woman's palm. "Please," she repeated, her voice cracking. "Please!" She rutted, restrained as she was, against the invading fingers. "Please!" Beau gasped and cried out as the taller woman withdrew her fingers. "Please!" "And now, the choice!" "What?" Beau whimpered, dazed. "The choice. I know how worried you are about your sweet little brother and what vile things Velvet might be doing to his nubile body so... I'll give you a choice. You can walk out of this room, right now, and go see your him." She smiled and tilted her head. "Did he slip your mind for a while there? Did I distract you?" "B-b...but?" "But you won't cum. Not tonight, and not any time soon. I've got a chastity belt getting nice and cold in my refrigerator. You won't be able to touch yourself and you won't be able to finish yourself, but you'll know he's safe. Part of you feels guilty for leaving him, and you should." The older woman circled the cross as she talked, bare feet nearly silent on the wood. "You didn't even try this morning. He could have spent the night safe in your stall, but instead he's there with Velvet and you're here. So, because you were so informative as to how to make you cum, I'll let you leave. If that's what you want." Beau sobbed lightly, and the older woman gave her a comforting smile. "It's okay if you want to go, Beau. There are no wrong answers. You just have to know what you want." "I want to cum," Beau whined, piteously. "Fuck," Ms. Winters moaned, as her head rolled back on her shoulders. "Say it louder!" "I want to cum!" Beau cried out as the older woman pierced her with three fingers and immediately turned the vibrator back on. She had just enough time to draw another breath before Ms. Winters kissed her fiercely, mashing her lips and swallowing the exhausted mare's screams. The taller woman's fingers pumped in and out of her, filling the room with the echoes of a furious shluck-shluck-shluck. Her orgasm, when it finally arrived moments later, washed over her like a tidal wave, and Beau felt release like she had never known in her life; so much so, that she found it hard to focus her eyes when Ms. Winters pulled away. It looked like she was smiling warmly. It looked like she was proud. It also looked like her thighs were glistening. Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 03 *** The other three ponies were already waiting when Beau and Ms. Winters came out. The sun was an hour past set, and full dark was soon in coming. Peep and Belle sat on either side of Velvet, who was laid out on her stomach facing the side wall of the barn. The steel haired woman unclasped Beau's leash and took her bowl from the tray Beau carried. Belle kept trying to make eye contact with her, but she couldn't bear to meet his gaze. "You can set it down here," Peep said nervously, pointing in front of herself. She tucked her knees a little closer to her chest, and bit her lip. Beau quivered and practically slammed the tray down onto the corner of the blanket, remembering Ms. Winters' instructions not to let any popcorn hit the grass, at the very last second. Peep frowned as she leaned forward to pass out bowls to Velvet and Belle. Beau paused; they had left space for her on the blanket next to her brother, but she hadn't figured out how to apologize to him yet. Her guilt had been tearing her apart since she'd seen him limping that next morning, and with Ms. Winters constantly reminding her that it was her own fault he'd been in Velvet's stall in the first place and no race planned to redeem herself, that guilt was not likely to be assuaged any time soon. Instead, she turned and sat on the far side, between Peep and the chair they'd brought out for Ms. Winters. The woman herself was tinkering with a laptop and projector, set up on a pile of hay bales behind the rest of them. Just as Beau settled down in the grass beside the blanket, Ms. Winters gave a triumphant "Ah ha!", and the projector lit up the side of the barn with a mirror image of her desktop. Beau colored at the background picture of the desktop; her, post-orgasm, dangling from the padded cross, shiny with sweat, 30 feet across and 15 high. She breathed easier a moment later when the wall went black, to be replaced with the towering snow-covered peak and white stars of Paramount Pictures (A Gulf + Western Company). "Love this movie," she said loudly, as she walked back to her chair. Beau had never seen Vertigo, and she had some success tuning everyone and everything out as she watched Jimmy Stewart chase a man across a rooftop. Movies possess a certain kind of magic. For a time, one can forget where they are, and who they are. Their troubles left at the door, replaced with the twists and turns of a carefully orchestrated plot. The beleaguered protagonist, the tragic love interest, portrayed by masters and timed to perfection. It's so much cleaner than real life, and so much more desirable. Is it any wonder how readily one surrenders to the narrative? Beau's eyes widened as Mr. Stewart jumped into the San Francisco Bay, and movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention. Peep had leaned backwards on her elbows. Beyond her, Belle had slid a little closer to Velvet. Velvet whispered conspiratorially to him, and he smiled as he rested his head on her shoulder. Beau's back stiffened as she turned back toward the movie, watching Kim Novak in Mr. Stewart's arms without really seeing. Movement again. Beau turned and stared at Peep, who had been slowly scooching her way closer to Beau. The mare bit her lip, looking from Beau to the cuddling Belle and Velvet, and blushed. Beau scowled back at her, hard, and Peep stopped where she was. The blonde mare frowned and curled in on herself. The plastic of Ms. Winters chair groaned as she leaned to the side and whispered. "That wasn't very nice." Beau lowered her brow and stared forward. "Look at that... Velvet and Belle make quite the pair, don't they? Amazing what a little one-on-one time can do. It's a good thing you were too preoccupied with more important things to stop that from happening." The angry little mare's stubborn refusal to react seemed to spur on the steel haired woman, who laughed softly. "Did you like my background? I haven't been able to go anywhere near my computer all week without touching myself. It's been death on my work schedule, and I'm pretty sure everyone knew I was masturbating during my last conference call." Beau reddenned, and her gaze slowly fell away from the movie. "That is just about the most adorable cuddling I've ever seen." Beau never quite managed to focus on the movie again after that. *** "That's perfect," Ms. Winters called, hands cupped around her mouth. Peep gave her barrel one final adjustment, and then both show ponies began walking back toward them. Beau reached down behind herself to grab the top of her left foot, stretching her quad and then doing the same to the right. "Now, do either of you need me to explain the course again?" "Velvet doesn't," Velvet said eagerly, bouncing on her toes. Beau merely shook her head. "Good. Remember, we're only doing one heat today since the course is a little longer, so make this one count!" Both ponies nodded in understanding. Belle, who had been the prize in each of the last four races, headed over to the picnic table where he was going to watch, but Peep was still coming toward them. Coming toward her. Beau recoiled slightly as the taller mare leaned in and planted a quick kiss on her cheek. "For luck," Peep said, as she looked over Beau's shoulder and stuck her tongue out at Velvet. "She's gonna need it," Velvet chuckled, darkly. Beau glared angrily at the skipping mare as she took her place at the starting line. "On your marks..." "Velvet is looking forward to some more personal time with Belle," Velvet whispered. "Get set..." "She barely has to rape him at all anymore." The first time Beau had tried to race Velvet, she'd gassed herself long before the halfway point, and Velvet ran backwards for the last two hundred yards. Beau had tried to pace herself a little more in each of their other two races, but she'd still run out of steam far too early, and Velvet went so far as to run actual circles around her last time to really rub it in. "Go!!" Beau launched herself off the starting line, somewhat less than her fastest but still better than Velvet could match in a flat sprint. Peep whistled and shouted encouragingly at her, but as she rounded the second turn Beau shouted and slowed down dramatically, limping and hopping along on one foot. "Awww," Velvet said, as she passed Beau and turned to jog backwards. "Velvet has heard that stretching before a heavy workout is important... maybe she'll try stretching out Belle before giving him a workout." "Fuck you," Beau cried. She winced and tried putting a little more weight on her right foot, but only made it a few dozen yards before she started hopping again. Velvet caught her a few seconds later and laughed, still going backwards. Beau whined and tried to run again, but was reduced to a limp just as she passed through the gate into the pasture. "Fuck you," she yelled as Velvet passed her. "I'm sick of this shit." "Ohhh," Velvet sneered, as she slowed to match Beau's speed. "Miss Winters is going to have so much fun with you. Do you have any idea how much Velvet loves reporting your mistakes?" "Go ahead!" Beau shouted, as she hobbled around the barrel in the pasture that marked the halfway point. "Tell her. It's not like she can break me." "This is going to be the best day ever," Velvet said, her smile darkening. "Not only do you insist on this 'I and me' business, but to insult her too? Velvet can hardly wait to finish this." "Me neither," Beau said, as she ducked her head and took off again, although this time at full speed. Velvet cursed as she spun around, and Peep whooped so loudly it echoed across the open space. Beau grabbed the gate to the pasture as she passed through it and slammed it shut just as Velvet was approaching it. The furious stallion was too close to vault it, and had to throw out her arms to keep from running into it face first. Beau streaked across the yard, her eyes intent on the finish line on the far side of the house, although her ears told her Velvet was through the gate and gaining. Peep screamed as Beau passed the horse barn, footsteps getting loud behind her, and she put everything she had into one last burst. "Winner," Ms. Winters cried, pointing at Beau as the exhausted race pony stumbled to a stop. "Congratulations, Beau!" "She cheated," Velvet screamed, her face purple with rage. "Do another heat!" "Are you giving orders now, Velvet?" The calm in her voice, combined with the imperious look Ms. Winters directed at her, left Velvet stammering. Eventually, Velvet managed to shake her head. "I had planned on making the second place prize a night with Peep, but now I think you'll come with me." "Yes Miss," Velvet said obediently. Ms. Winters eyebrows rose, and Velvet quickly added "Yes Miss Winters," as the color drained from her face. "Enjoy the night with your brother, Beau." The older woman gestured ahead of her, and Beau breathed sighed in relief as she headed toward the door to the grooming room. The two show ponies met her on the way. "Is the Boy Wonder the prize again?" Peep asked with a weak smile. "Yes." Beau said carefully, staring at Peep coldly. "Well, it's probably good fer ya'll to have some time alone finally." She patted Belle on the shoulder and laid her hand on Beau's forearm for a moment. "Good race, hun." Beau waited until she was sure the sound of Peep's boots in the grass put her out of earshot. "Come on," she said. "Maybe we can get some rest tonight." The twins walked, side by side, through the grooming area and into the long room. Once through the heavy wooden door, Beau immediately turned and headed into her own stall. Belle stepped through after her, and she was nearly overcome with emotion as she shut her stall door. "Beau-" Belle cut off with an oof as she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. They both flinched at the sound of the heavy wooden door being deadbolted shut, but only momentarily. Soon, Belle's arms were around her too. "I missed you too," she said, her voice muffled by his shoulder. "We should be using Belle and Beau," he said softly. "Velvet and Peep say she always seems to know!" "Don't do that to me, Stephan. Please, not tonight." "Okay Nor," he said, redoubling the strength of his hug. "Oh god," Beau sobbed. "How are we gonna get outta here?" "What... like..." Belle swallowed hard. "Tonight?" "Tonight? Tomorrow? Fuck, the sooner the better!" He leaned back slightly. "And... like... go where? Do you have any idea where we are?" "Who cares!" she snapped, breaking away from her brother. "Anywhere is better than here!" "Peep thinks we're somewhere in Virginia." "I don't give a fuck what that enabling piece of shit thinks!" "She's actually, like, really nice. She helped B-" He frowned and took a breath. "She helped me a lot." "She helped you? Helped you what, Stephan?" Beau spat. "Adjust to life as a sex slave? Taught you how to satisfy a rapist?" "It's not like that," he said sheepishly. "They're nice." "Oh fuck," Beau gasped, putting her hand over her mouth. "Do you have... uh, Stockholm disease?" "You mean Stockholm Syndrome?" "Yeah, where the captives start to like their captors or whatever?" "I'm still me, Nor. I promise." "Do you know what she was talking about when we were racing?" Beau spat. "She was talking about stretching you out like a sex toy and fucking your ass!" Belle flushed a deep scarlet as he stared intently at his feet. "I... I kind of like when she does that," the mare murmured abashedly. "Do you remember what she did to you?! To me?!" "Do you remember the dumpster?" Belle shot back, and Beau drew up short. "Or the Man o' War bridge before that? Or, God, the Macphersons?" She unconsciously put her right hand over the burn scars on her left forearm. "Look, all I'm sayin' is that... she's... she's sweet." "By what standard?!" "I... I know she's a little rough around the edges, but... like.." He paused, laughing. "She told this joke about a... oh. Actually, that's not a good example." "Stephan, have you ever even been with a woman before?" Belle frowned and gave her a look; a hurt, downcast look. "You know I haven't." "Then how would you know?!" "Nor, I know when someone is nice to me! I have you!" Beau took a shocked step back. "Are you... are you comparing me to her right now?" "Well, I... uh..." "She doesn't love you," she shouted, stepping in close again. As Belle stammered and fought to find the right words to explain what he thought Velvet felt for him, Beau snapped. She didn't want to hear it anymore. She couldn't hear it anymore. She couldn't let him stand there and defend that little demon any longer, not after hearing Velvet talk about him during the race. Not after how hard she'd fought to get him back. She needed him to stop arguing with her. Anything to get him to stop arguing. It wasn't so much that she stopped him with a kiss as much as she just needed him to stop. To just have silence. To stop Velvet from being between them, even when she wasn't there. Belle panicked, squirming in her grip. He tried to push her away, to gain some space, only to have her swat away his hands with ridiculous ease. He whimpered into the kiss as she steadily backed him up into the wall, pinning him as her tongue delved into his mouth. That's when he felt her hand snake down to grip his stirring shaft, squeezing it firmly. "Nor-" "Shut up." Beau kissed him deeply again, biting his pouting lower lip and tugging it. "Just shut up." Belle whimpered, trembling, as she began to stroke. Her other hand wrapped around the back of his head, holding him tightly to her. His tongue put up a very meager fight in defense of his mouth. Beau puffed furiously through her nostrils; Her brother had made huge sacrifices to get money when they'd needed it most. She'd always wanted the chance to repay him somehow, and in the moment, it felt right. Poetic, even. Wetness on the webbing beside her thumb. Beau smiled inwardly, feeling more and more certain of herself. She'd show him how it was supposed to be. "Nor, we can't," he panted. "We're-" "Do you tell her no?" Beau's voice teetered on the edge of crying, and her brother choked as he tried to respond. Her large, desperate eyes searched his face as his lips worked fruitlessly. She took a half step back, and her hands fumbled for the clasps on the front of his corset. Belle's arms stayed limp at his sides as she ripped it free and tossed it to the side, and as soon as it was out of her hands, she scrabbled at her own. Once the fasteners were loose she stopped, and gravity bared her to her brother. Her eyes rose fearfully. He'd absolutely seen her picture on the side of the barn, but here, when it was just the two of them... His eyes remained fixed on hers, frighteningly wide, but his erection was straining. Beau let loose a breath she didn't realize she was holding; he thought she was attractive. Desirable. His opinion mattered to her. It mattered a lot, but when she saw him open his mouth again, she couldn't risk hearing what might come out. She reached out, grabbed his arm, and swung him. Belle gasped as she stuck out a leg, and he tumbled down into the hay on his side. She was on him in a flash, pushing his shoulder down until he was flat on his back, and she straddled him. His cock lay beneath her, full and hard, and he croaked as she began to grind against it. Ms. Winters voice echoed in her head, as the pressure of his- She angrily shook her head, dispelling the mocking voice of her owner. She adjusted the angle of her hips, rocking back so the tip of her clit brushed along the thick vein of her brothers cock. Yes, she thought. Better. A joyous stimulation skittered through her, banishing everything else. She planted her hands on his chest, enjoying the feel of it purely on it's own merits. Nevermind that it was like her own face staring up at her. Nevermind that it felt wrong. Nevermind that that gave her a dizzying thrill. He hadn't gone soft; that was all that mattered. She rolled forward onto her knees, gasped, and bit her lip as she felt his cock spring up. The tip, poised against her needy hole. Belle stared down his body fearfully, and Beau rushed to intercept his reaction. She collapsed, her lips messily crashing into his, but instinct soon had their tongues again intertwined. She squealed into his mouth, wincing as she lowered herself. Her hips protested painfully as she took him, slowly but fully, all at once. "Grab them," she whispered, her lips hovering over his. When he didn't react, she reached back to grab his limp arms by the wrist and directed them at her breasts. She groaned as she felt his palms press into her, and her hips began to move of their own accord. Belle gave a strangled cry as she squeezed around him, and she felt the heat radiating off of him. From his cheeks. Her brother's hot breath as it washed over her. Her hips moved slowly, sliding forward and backward rather than grinding up and down. She planted her hands on his chest and pushed herself upright. She cooed at the wonderfully full feeling her brothers cock gave her. One hand moved down to touch her swollen clit, and she cried out loudly in the tiny space. Belle was red-faced beneath her, which made Beau smile; the times at night when he'd woken her by accident with his furious masturbating had always taken much longer than this. "Nor-" "It's ok, Stephan. I know you like it when someone takes you." His face twisted as he looked away. She bit her lip and squeezed around him. "Fuuuuuuck," she whined. It had been a very long time for Beau. A very, very long time. "Doesn't it feel good?" "Fuck, Nor!" Beau moaned loudly again, and her brother whimpered beneath her amidst another world-shattering clench. The sweat between them made their skin slick, and Beau began to ride her brother harder. Faster. "Cum inside me," she whispered, and he gasped. "Nor, I-" "Do it," she grunted, tightening her entire core until the brink of pain. Belle squealed loudly, rocking forward to bring his shoulders up off the hay. She squeezed and writhed, delighting in the facial expressions she caused. Her fingers were a blur, swiping back and forth over her clit, feeling her own orgasm rising as her brother's petered out. "Fuck! Fuck! Nnnnnnnnngh!" Beau fell forward onto her brother, exhausted and panting, as the peak robbed her of the strength to stay upright. She shivered and shook, and Belle cooed from the spasming tightness around his still-mostly-hard member inside her. She tucked her face into his shoulder, forehead nestled against his neck, as she caught her breath, but the more she calmed down, the more she began to panic. Belle wrapped his arms around her, but the comfort gained came with an oily stain of guilt attached to it. After a few minutes, she rolled off of him and laid down beside him, facing away. He immediately scooted behind her, holding her and spooning her. She just barely managed to hold back the tears until she heard him snoring. *** "Next time," Ms. Winters said the following morning, as she groomed Beau, "I would be fine with you calling me 'Mommy'. You know, if that helps get you off." The older woman laughed melodiously as she trailed a fingertip along the exhausted mare's shoulders. "Oh, I like the sound of that, yes. Mommy could teach her little girl some very important lessons on posture and anatomy." Beau paled. "If you're do well in your studies, I'll bring even Belle up to share in some family togetherness time." Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 03 *** Beau was lost in a rhythm when she heard Ms. Winters whistle. 30 yards in front of her, Velvet spun and pointed back to the house, and Beau turned without really stopping. Getting out of the midmorning sun would be welcome, but she wasn't looking forward to being cooped up in the stalls for hours. Velvet came up beside her just as they came out of the pasture and matched her speed, but Beau paid her no attention. The normally-volatile stallion had been distant since their last race. Physically, she was still ever-present, but there had been a significant dropoff in taunting. Complete dropoff. Everyone had been distant, Beau thought dully. Especially Belle. Her brother and Peep were already inside as the race ponies jogged into the grooming room. Ms. Winters seemed uncharacteristically agitated. "Shower, Velvet, and make it quick. Everyone else into the stable." Velvet went over to her wardrobe, and Beau was mildly surprised to see her pull out a red plaid shirt and jeans. Velvet having actual clothes felt like the kind of thing she should be enraged about, but she merely turned around and filed into her stall. "Peep, you're in charge. I'm locking this," she said, and the heavy wooden door swung shut. Beau peeled off her boots, twisting her nose at the strong smell of sweat, and sat down on her blanket. "Do you know what's going on?" She could hear Belle in the stall next to hers, but made no effort to engage him or answer him. "Pronto was colicing this morning," Peep answered from the far side of the long room. "Velvet tried to tell me... fuck. Tried to tell Peep what she thought it was, but she can't remember. All she knows is Miss Winters had to call the Vet and she wasn't happy about it." "What's 'colicing'?" Belle asked "No clue, but Velvet really wanted to give him a rectal exam." "What time is he coming?" "He's prolly already here. Miss Winters came out furious, sayin' something about bein' ahead of schedule." Beau tried to let it all pass in one ear and out the other. The only thing she knew was that when she was out there running, she didn't spend so much time thinking. Listening to the two of them prattle on was exhausting. She perked up, though, at the sound of Peep's stall door. "Ya'll stay here. Peep'll be right back." The blonde mare unlocked, opened, and then relocked the heavy wooden door behind her. She was only gone for a minute, and Beau was irritated to hear her own stall door swing open behind her. She rolled onto her side and looked back over her shoulder. Peep, in her black and purple striped corset, was nervously squatting behind her. "You seem like you've been in a really dark place," she said. "So..." Beau furrowed her brow. "...So?" She pulled her arm out from behind her, and offered Beau a yellow weed. "Peep thought maybe a sunflower... would... help..." The blonde mare's smile slipped completely as Beau stared at her, and after a moment, Beau rolled back over to face the wall. She heard boots in the sawdust as Peep stormed back over to the heavy wooden door and left, sniffling. "You're bein' a real bitch, you know that?" Beau looked back over her shoulder. The heavy wooden door had only slammed shut. Not locked. She waited for the telltale thump-thump-thump of boots going up the stairs, and grunted as she stood up and stepped out of her stall. "Nor? Nor, where are you going?" "Don't get your panties twisted," she said acidly. "Just gonna take a shower." Her corset felt gross against her skin, the healthy morning sweat gone cold and clammy in the dry basement air. She curled her lip as she discarded the ridiculous garment and stepped underneath the wide shower head. Normally, Winters was present during her shower time and Velvet was with her almost all of the rest of the time, but here, alone under the water, finally, she could let it out. She stood, slump-shouldered under the scorching stream, and had a good cry. Her hands were pruny when she shut off the water a half hour later. A door slammed upstairs as she walked across the grooming room to get herself a towel, but she paid it very little mind. As she finished drying her hair, though, she heard a cry from upstairs. It sounded like Peep, and Beau frowned to herself. She hated to admit that the pretty mare had never been anything but kind to her. Most of Beau's anger toward her was misplaced, and she knew that. It was easier to just hate them all. And, admittedly, the sunflower had been a really sweet gesture. She winced as she strapped on a corset and crept up the stairs. She couldn't hear anyone else in the house, and she didn't want to think what kind of trouble she'd be in if she got caught out of the stable, but the only sound she could make out was Peep's now-hysterical crying. Beau slowly cracked the door open, and took a hesitant step into the kitchen. She couldn't immediately see Peep; she knew she was close, and she spotted her as she came around the island. Peep, in a yellow plaid shirt, jeans, and cowgirl boots, was curled up in the corner next to the sink and the stove. Her cheeks were splotched and puffy, and tears continued to stream down her cheeks. Guilt, Beau's favorite emotion recently, gripped her chest, but Peep didn't seem to notice her at first. The blonde was staring up at the corner of the island, and the more Beau watched her, the more it looked like Peep was recoiling from... On the corner of the island, wrapped in clear plastic shrink wrap, were six small vials of a clear liquid. On top of the package sat a hypodermic needle. Beau tilted her head and tried to read the label, but glare from the noon day sun was too strong. Peep shrieked even louder when she saw Beau, and her boots slipped on the tile floor as she tried to crawl even further into the corner. "Pleasedontell, pleasedontell," she wheezed, almost inaudibly. "Whoa, whoa," Beau said, holding her open palms out in front of her. "Calm down!" "Pleasedontell, shellkillme!! Oh gaaawd, shellkillme!!" "I'm not gonna tell her, Peep!" she said, slowly approaching the fair-haired wreck. "I won't tell." "ShellkillmeBeau, shellkillme!!" "What is that stuff?" "I don't even knooooooooooooow," Peep bawled. "Did you steal that from the Vet?" Peep nodded pitifully. Beau had to stop herself from screaming; screaming wouldn't help. "Why would you take something when you don't know what it is?" "I'm a junkie," she wailed, and descended into fresh hysterics. Beau crept down next to her and awkwardly put her arms around Peep, waiting for an opening. Peep curled into an even smaller ball and leaned her head into Beau's shoulder. "Do you want me to get rid of it," she said eventually, when Peep had finally caught her breath, and the blonde emphatically shook her head as she wrapped her arms around her legs and huddled in the corner. Beau stood up, stared, and bit her lip. Couldn't just pour them out. Didn't think the bottles themselves would flush, and if there was vials in the trash, Ms. Winters would know. "They've gotta go back," she said softly. "Nononononono," Peep mewled. "You can't go out there! She'll catch you!" but Beau just shook her head. "If he has drugs missing, he'll start looking for them. Or he'll call the cops... fucking hate cops." Peep stared up at her in shock, and Beau herself had mixed emotions about taking action to protect The Ranch. She'd seen enough addicts to know that if you didn't get them away from the drugs, they'd relapse; some of the things Ms. Winters and the others had been saying began to click in her head, but that didn't mean she was on Team Winters. Not by a longshot. She grabbed the needle and tucked the bottles under her arm, and with a deep breath, turned for the door. Behind her, Peep dissolved into tears again. Beau had only seen the front lawn of The Ranch from a distance. She frowned and shook her head as she looked out at a sleek black Mercedes and a silver Audi in the driveway. She'd dreamed of getting this chance, to get this close to a getaway car, for months. She quietly shut the door behind her and ducked down as she ran over to the Audi, which was closer to the barn. Her bare feet stung on the sun-baked asphalt, but the shadow of the Audi was slightly cooler. She tried to peek over the hood to see if the coast was clear, but the inside of the barn was a mass of shadows. Beau cursed silently, and with a wince, broke out from her cover. It felt like a good sign that no one yelled as she skidded to a stop in the grass beside the barn. Her head swiveled, checking behind her as much as looking forward, as she slunk to the edge of the barn door. Pronto gave a loud grunt, and she heard Ms. Winters and another man attempting to calm him, although all three were out of sight in Pronto's stall. Velvet was standing in the aisle, but blessedly facing away. Beau spotted a leather attache, a laptop, and a manilla folder on a table a few feet behind Velvet. She licked her lips and bounced on her toes for a moment before taking her first step. Five long steps had her at the table. Beyond Velvet, Ms. Winters and a thin man were engrossed in their work, and she exhaled as she set down the vials and needle beside the leather case. Five long steps back got her back to the barn door, but as she checked behind her, she saw Velvet. With murder in her eyes. Beau barely restrained a curse as she turned and bolted for the house. She leapt clear over the bushes and darted along the porch, but none of that was going to matter and she knew it. As she rushed back through the front door, she caught a glimpse of Velvet striding out of the barn and toward the house. "Shit!" Beau leaned against the door for a moment, her mind racing. Peep, still huddled in the kitchen, looked positively terrified. "Just let me do the talking, ok?" she said, as she hurried over toward the pretty mare. Peep looked confused, and screamed a moment later when Velvet exploded through the front door. Beau spun and planted herself between the blonde and the onrushing stallion. Velvet lowered her shoulder and plowed into Beau, and they crashed to the floor just inside the kitchen. The short haired mare wheezed as the air was driven out of her. Peep screamed as Velvet's hands closed around Beau's throat. "Before Velvet kills you," the wide-eyed latina grunted, in a much thicker accent than normal, "Why?" "Get offa her," Peep shouted, grabbing Velvet's shoulder. "I wanted to see... if he was... cute," Beau snarled, and her throat burned from the effort. "Get offa her," Peep shouted again, successfully pulling Velvet far enough back that Beau was able to take a ragged breath. "She was out there cussa' me!" "Shut up, Peep," Beau shouted, but the blonde kept going. "I stole sumthin', 'n Beau was just puttin' it back!" "What did you steal," Velvet said coldly, still astride Beau's chest, their arms quivering in the air. "...Drugs," Peep said, deflating. Velvet slowed her assault and took a deep breath. "Winters can't know," Beau said from her back. "It's Miss Winters," Velvet said, turning back to her. "And you want Velvet to lie?" "Yes. Peep thinks Miss Winters will kill her." "Oh, she's definitely going to kill her," Velvet laughed, and Peep deflated even further. "Not if you lie," Beau urged. "She doesn't have to know." Velvet tilted her head and frowned, considering. "Alright. You got curious, and Peep forgot to lock the door." Beau blinked. "Really?" "You two need to get downstairs," Velvet said. "They're almost done out there, and Miss Winters will want to invite him in for a drink before they settle up." She rolled back onto her feet, with a hair less grace than she normally had in her heel-less boots, and turned down the hallway. Peep still looked miserable as she helped Beau back up to her feet, and Beau led the way down the stairs. Peep shuffled along behind Beau, her head hung low, and Beau was only a little surprised when the blonde mare followed her into her stall. She opened her mouth to reassure her, but before she could say anything, Peep darted in and hugged her. Beau stiffened, tensing uncomfortably. Slowly, her arms raised up and around, returning the hug as Peep began to cry. "It's ok... It's ok." "What's ok," Belle asked from his stall, but it went unanswered. "You're not alone," Beau said soothingly. Peep tried to respond, but it came out garbled, and Beau stroked her hair. Peep tightened her hold, squeezing the shorter mare. It got worse before it got better, and then it got worse again. Beau held her through it all. More and more, Peep began to lean on her, and as the histrionics began to wind down, Beau helped her settle into the sawdust. "Do you wanna talk about it?" she said, sitting next to Peep. Peep sniffled, considering her thoughts for a moment before speaking. "Peep is kinda weak. Even if she doesn't like to think of herself that way." "You can just say I, Peep. I won't tell." Peep nodded and sniffed again. "I've always just gone from relationship to relationship. Don't really do well alone. I..." She puffed out her cheeks and blew out a long breath. "I need someone to protect me, even if it's from myself sometimes." She stared down between her knees despondently. "Velvet can't do it. When I first got here, she could barely take care of herself, and now she's got yer brother. In between then was good, but I always knew it was 'cus I was the only option 'n not cus I was what she wanted. I don't blame her though. Can't help who yer attracted to, right?" She smiled weakly at Beau. "I learned to be okay with what me 'n Velvet had, which was still a damn sight better than my last boyfriend, but when ya'll two got here, that was the end of that." "Heroin was the best of 'em all, though. Always made me feel better, no matter how bad things were. Made me feel better about myself too. Whenever we were together, nothing else mattered. It was like the whole world went away. That's what all the love songs say it should be like, right?" Tears welled up in her eyes. Beau pulled Peep's head down onto her shoulder. "When I went upstairs, I was worried I was just destined to be alone, 'n I... I just..." Peep was quiet for a long minute. She raised up her head and chewed on her lip as she stared. "You just what, Pee-..." Beau squealed into the unexpected kiss, and her eyebrows encroached upon her forehead. Her hands rose up into the air, but no matter how she moved them, she couldn't quite bring herself to push Peep away. Her lips were so soft... It was only her lips, and it was gentle, but it made every hair on her head stand on end. A part of her wanted to be indignant, to stand up and shout that she wasn't gay. That she didn't want this, not any of it. That voice had gotten very small of late. Peep had... really soft lips. She sighed, and Beau felt slightly lightheaded as the blonde mare pulled away. Peep hovered in front of her, vulnerable and exposed. Seconds stretched out as Beau wrestled with herself. It felt like she was watching Peep bite her lip in slow motion, and that her cheeks passed from pale to a light pink over the course of an hour. Both of them jolted at the sound of the heavy wooden door swinging open. Peep skittered along the wall, trying to hide herself in the corner. Beau sat up straight and turned to see Ms. Winters standing in the doorway. "Belle," she called. Beau gasped, having completely forgotten he was on the other side of the wall. "Belle wasn't eavesdropping!" He sounded panicked. The older woman smirked. "Go upstairs, Belle. We need you to make a sandwich. Make sure you wash your hands first, you naughty thing." Her brother stared down at his feet as he passed in front of her stall, and Ms. Winters stepped to the side as he fled. Beau looked down, her dread rising at the sound of Ms. Winters boots landing heel to toe as she walked across the concrete floor. "Accidentally lock yourself in the wrong cage, Peep?" The older womans eyes flashed as she smiled and turned. "She knows," Peep wheezed as the door slammed shut again. "Fuck, she knows! Velvet was never gonna lie! Fuck!" Beau frowned, watching Peep lose it all over again, and her heart ached to see the pretty mare so sad. Peep deserved better than this. She deserved... Beau launched herself across the sawdust, taking Peep's tear-stained cheeks in her hands and kissing her fiercely. Peep whimpered as the smaller mare's tongue slid between her lips, and though her hands first had to brace herself in the wake of the impact, it took only moments before they were grabbing Beau too. Beau shivered as she felt those hands slide along her arms, down her sides, and through her hair, but all of that was a drop in the bucket compared to her lips. Those incredibly soft lips. Beau was surprised when Peep began to push against her; their lips never broke for more than a hurried breath but the blonde rose up onto her knees, and Beau gasped into her mouth as Peep began to fumble at her corset. Beau tried to match her, and cursed her trembling fingers. Cursed the buttons on Peep's shirt. Peep gave a triumphant cry as the corset unbuckled. Beau managed to get one deep breath in before Peep shoved her backwards. Hard. No sooner had she landed on her back than Peep was between her legs. "Oh fuck," Peep murmured, as she curled up. Beau propped herself up on one elbow and sighed as she felt Peep's fingers tracing her. "Oh fuck." Beau whimpered as she felt the warmth of Peep's mouth engulf her sex. The blonde's cheeks sunk deep as she suckled at the tender skin, and Beau colored from head to toe. Her tongue probed Beau's slit, and the short-haired pony arched her back and whined softly in protest. But when Peep looked up at her, and Beau really saw the taller mare's eyes... saw the desire, and the raw hunger reflected there... Beau felt... beautiful. Her hands were in Peep's hair in a flash, and she bucked her hips up off the ground. Peep's tongue worked in long swipes straight through the middle, dragging the tip all the way from the pouting folds to the sensitive bud. Beau bit her lip and tossed her head back and forth, almost uncomfortable with how eager Peep was. Her body writhed under the attention; she couldn't deny that she wanted this, but the need in Peep's eyes was staggering. Her legs curled and twitched, muscles contracting and fighting each other in a desperate bid to release some of the tension in her body, but it was futile. She knew what she needed, and she wrestled with surrendering that knowledge again. Peep's tongue fluttered between quick strokes of her tiny bundle of nerves and lavishing tender attention on this overlooked bit of pink flesh or that fold. Beau felt that tension pulling tighter, knotting and writhing in her core. She could see where this was going. More than just tonight, and more than just this moment. Peep and her were about to be more than just Peep and her. Her trigger, the silver bullet, was the last line of defense. If she held that back, this would go no further. Peep would eventually tire out and nothing more would come of it. All Beau had to do was keep her mouth shut. "Finger me," Beau said with an embarrassed smile, and Peep was only too happy to oblige. Beau's eyes rolled up behind the lids, feeling herself stretch, yielding to the width of Peep's fingers. Feeling the fingertips slide along her walls. It wasn't fair how fucking good it felt. It just wasn't fair. "Oh mah gawd," Peep murmured, her lips hovering. "I could watch you cum all night." Beau thrashed beneath her, heaving. Her fingers clawed through the sawdust, leaving furrowed lines in their wake. Peep glowed as she bent down to deliver a few last licks, and the racing pony spiraled back down to earth. Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 04 "Are you sure I can't tempt you with a glass of tea, Tom?" Ms. Winters smiled a special kind of smile Velvet had grown quite fond of; coy and inviting, with just the slightest hint of menace that no one but her seemed aware of. She felt an ounce of jealousy, knowing that her owner would try to bed the man, but only an ounce. Ms. Winters enjoyed sex more than anyone she'd ever met and she seriously doubted the woman would pass up any chance at intercourse, providing that the other person met certain standards. Dr. Atcher was a bit thin for Velvet's taste, but she could understand the appeal. What she couldn't understand was why the man kept avoiding her. Every time their eyes would meet, he'd fidget and find anywhere else to be looking. He was a new face here; of course she'd be interested in him, as if Ms. Winters' interest in him wasn't enough. She looked him up and down, catching his eyes again and smiling. This time, he actually shuddered as he turned to address her owner. "I'm sorry, Mrs.-" "Please," she interrupted, placing her hand on his bicep. "Call me Elizabeth." "Hmm, yes." Dr. Atcher stared down at her hand, and Velvet noticed a... tensing... around his eyes. Must be married. Velvet couldn't imagine any other reason he would be recoiling from a beautiful woman. He cleared his throat roughly before continuing. "I'll have to take a raincheck, Elizabeth. I've got a couple more calls to make today, and I'm already behind." He scooped up his belongings, and Ms. Winters fell in step beside him as they walked out into the midafternoon sun. "So you're watching for him to pass that mineral oil-" "Before we give him anything else. Don't worry, Tom. We've got it." "Hmm, yes." He opened the passenger side door and deposited his belongings. "Ok. Well, if I don't hear from you, I think we have you down for their annual check in about three months." "Can't wait," Ms. Winters said. "Drive safe, Tom!" Dr. Atcher nodded as he slid into the driver's seat of his silver Audi. Velvet stepped up next to her owner, and they both waved as he disappeared down the driveway. "Well?" she said, turning her head slightly. "Miss?" Velvet asked nervously. "You know what." Velvet took a breath and opened her mouth, but shut it a second later and frowned. "Thank you for not lying to me, Velvet." Velvet trembled inside; she always knew. It was... supernatural. Velvet stared down at the driveway, trying desperately to think faster than the steel-haired woman. "Vellllvet," she said, impatiently. "Please don't make Velvet say." "You know I'll find out," the older woman sang. "Velvet doesn't want to say," she reluctantly admitted. Ms. Winters smiled as she slowly wrapped her arms around her dark stallion. "Yes, but you're going to. Ponies don't keep secrets from their owners, now do they?" Velvet shook her head, and shivered as the steel-haired woman ran fingers through her mane. "Velvet caught Beau out of the stable." Ms. Winters leaned back slightly. Her hands remained on Velvet's shoulders, but the set of her eyebrows said she was waiting for more. "Caught Beau in the barn, twenty feet from the Vet." "What was she doing there," Ms. Winters said carefully. Velvet frowned, delaying only slightly before continuing. "Returning... drugs. That Peep stole." The last came out as if dragged, but Velvet knew that was the worst of it. There was no point in holding back beyond that. "Peep stole drugs, and Beau put them back." "So you went running off after Beau because she shouldn't have been outside." Velvet nodded her head. "And she went back to her stall afterwards?" "Velvet thinks so." "You think so?" "Velvet caught up to her in the kitchen. They were headed down to the stable when Velvet left them to come back here." "How was she around Peep?" she asked, her eyes becoming slits. Velvet pursed her lips and thought. "Protective? She tried to lie to Velvet so Peep wouldn't get in trouble." "She lied for Peep?" Velvet nodded again. "She said she came outside to see if Dr. Atcher was cute. When Peep tried to stop Velvet from choking Beau, Beau didn't want her to." "Stop... you from choking Beau?" Velvet nodded again. "Interesting," she said, her eyes unfocusing. "Velvet wanted to lie," Velvet said sadly, staring down at the blacktop. "She doesn't want Belle to have to choose between Velvet and Beau. It upsets him." "But you told me anyway?" "Velvet loves Miss Winters," she said emphatically, looking up. Ms. Winters sighed, and she shook her head. "Beau is fighting me at every turn. It shouldn't have taken this long." "Beau is... difficult," Velvet said, nodding. "I was so sure. I really thought they would have..." She exhaled loudly through pursed lips. "...Velvet, did I make a mistake bringing her here?" "What?" A shadow passed over her owner's face, and Ms. Winters took a deep breath through flared nostrils. "I ask a lot from you, Velvet. I'm not unappreciative of that." "V... Velvet knows." "I'm still going to have to punish you for holding back." The taller woman's face was wooden, impassive. "Velvet knows," she repeated, more solemnly. "Before we get to that, though, I think you deserve a reward." Velvet's eyes widened. "Something to soften the blow. Doesn't that sound fair?" "Yes," Velvet said hurriedly. "Oh yes," Ms. Winters said, as she settle down onto her knees. "Velvet is a very good pony." Velvet sighed happily as the older woman unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and yanked aside her panties. Her cock thickened as it flopped through the fly, and her owner ravenously accepted it into her mouth. Ms. Winters moaned around the head, one hand steadying the base of it and the other hand coming around against the back of Velvet's thigh. Velvet interlaced her fingers behind her head, and her torso flexed as her arms pulled forward against her neck. She had long ago learned not to try to direct or control Ms. Winters during these moments, and she suspected that the tensing effect this position had on her musculature was a big turn on for the steel-haired woman. "Mmmmmmm, Velvet," Ms. Winters said, backing off and stroking while she caught her breath. "This is a very good day." She parted her lips, went all the way down twice, and backed off again. Her hand spread the saliva up the length of it. "Do you know why?" "Velvet th-uuuuuuuuuh," she stammered, as Ms. Winters took the whole length, albeit still slightly flaccid, into her mouth. Velvet's eyes fluttered as she tried to regain her train of thought, but her steel-haired owner staring up at her with a burning intensity made that very difficult. "Vel... Vel... Fuuuck!" She knew why. Velvet was a natural observer. Every time she tried to say why, however, Ms. Winters pushed one of her many buttons to fluster her into silence; the tightness in the back of her throat, her tongue wrapped lovingly around Velvet's head, or the tender way she suckled on Velvet's balls. Velvet looooooved it when she or Belle gave attention to her balls. More than just the feel of it, and more than the view. More than the the one directionality of the pleasure. It was acknowledgement of who she was, of what she was. Acknowledgement and acceptance. Appreciation. Velvet craved that almost as much as her owner's approval. Ms. Winters began to bob up and down in rapidly, and Velvet stopped trying to answer altogether as she reached her full length. "Ah ah ah, Velvet. If you don't answer, you won't get your reward." She backed off, her hand stroking slowly while the head wavered tantalizingly close to the older woman's small mouth. "Beau is making friends," she cried out. "Peep needs The Ranch as much as Velvet does. Every time they get closer, Beau is less likely to run!" She whined as Ms. Winters' fingers clamped around her, and the older woman smiled and opened her mouth. "Snapdragon." Isabella''s eyes lit up angrily. She grabbed Elizabeth's hair and yanked down viciously, impaling her cock in the older woman's throat. Elizabeth immediately began to squawk and push back, but Isabella held her there, snarling. After fumbling for a few moments, Elizabeth pushed Isabella back, hard, cock vacating her throat with a loud schluck that took her breath with it. "Velvet, what are you-" was all she could manage as she tried to stagger to her feet. Isabella lunged forward and drove her tightened fist into Elizabeth's stomach. The older woman doubled over, her face darkening with strain. "Don't call me that" Isabella growled, looming over her. Isabella grabbed the silver hair on the back of her head and started dragging her toward the back yard. Elizabeth coughed, trying to regain her breath as she staggered along, bent 90º, but Isabella pushed her head down and she fell to her knees. "Not so tough now. All I had to do was knock the air out of you, and you're done? I should have tried that years ago," she spat. "Maybe saved myself from being raped so many times!" She yanked up hard until they were looking at each other eye to eye. "Please," Elizabeth wheezed. "Isabella, stop!" Isabella leaned in very close, pulling back so hard on Elizabeth's hair that it drew her eyebrows up onto her forehead. "Why was it you couldn't just fuck your husband like a normal woman?" "Please!" "Oh riiiiiiiight. Couldn't satisfy him," Isabella shouted, "so obviously kidnapping and torturing helpless children was the next step!" "Isabella," she gasped, still out of breath, "I'm sorry!" "I bet he couldn't stand the sight of you." Isabella laughed cruelly. "I remember what you looked like before. Saggy... and weak." "Isabella, I-" "Oooold." she whispered, her lips curled back from her teeth.. "He fucked everything that moved, didn't he. Everything but you. He didn't love you. No one could love you. Certainly not us." She paused briefly, smiling as Elizabeth began to sob. "I've almost forgotten what there was to be afraid of. Where did the scary woman go? The one who tied up and beat me, and threatened to castrate me?" Elizabeth shrieked as Isabella shook her head back and forth. "Was there ever any strength in you, or was it all just an act to cover up how weak you are?" "Isa-" "Shut up," Isabella roared, clenching her fist around Winters throat. "You're the worst kind of bully. It's all just a front for your insecurity, and I am tiiiiired of it." She turned and started dragging the older woman again. "We're gonna see how good the soundproofing is. You'd better hope the ponies on the other side of that wall can't hear you crying, or they're gonna stop believing the hype too." "Isabella," she cried, but Isabella just turned and sneered at her. "I remember how scared you were the first time you saw my cock. Was it really that much bigger, or had it been so long since a man found you attractive that you simply forgot what they looked like?" She stopped next to the outside wall from the stable, and immediately grabbed for the silver haired woman's throat again. "Isabella," she wheezed, her face turning bright pink. "The world is lucky you never had a daughter of your own," she snarled, her face darkening. "I can't even imagine how early you would have started molesting her to feel better about yourself. 15? 10? Could you even wait until she turned 5 to start... teaching her?" "Snap...dragon," she croaked weakly, and Velvet roared as she let go. Of everything. Ms. Winters fell forward onto her palms, hacking and coughing in a fight for air. Velvet stumbled backwards, blinking and staring around herself in confusion. "I'm fine, Velvet." She sounded a little hoarse, and Velvet crooked her head inquisitively. "Well done." "Thank you," Velvet said, embarrassed. "Did... did Velvet finish?" "Yes Velvet, you came." Ms. Winters' face was tight with effort, but also soft somehow. Velvet certainly felt some relief, but it was hard to put her finger on how. "Was..." She fiddled her fingers as she stared down at her throbbing erection and half undone pants. "Was Velvet any good?" "Always," Ms. Winters said with a satisfied grin. She rolled back onto her knees and sighed happily as the color returned to her face. "Mmmmmmm... fuck, I needed that." "Velvet is glad to help," she said eagerly. "Did she... did she have another one of her moments?" Ms. Winters smiled affectionately as she reached up to calmly stroking her stallion's cheek. "Yes you did, Velvet, but don't worry. We're not done yet." Velvet beamed under her owner's attention. Of course there would be more. It wouldn't be a fair reward if Velvet didn't remember any of it, and Ms. Winters was always fair. Always. Velvet put her clothes back together, idly wondering why they'd come around to the back of the house, as Ms. Winters climbed to her feet and stretched her neck. "Go ahead into the playroom and strip down," she said. "I'll be along in a few minutes." Velvet jogged around to the porch on the side of the house. She always struggled to make sense of her 'moments'; so far, thankfully, they had all happened when Ms. Winters was around to corral her, but she worried about it nonetheless. She unbuttoned her shirt as she passed through the living room and kitchen, and let the red plaid shirt fall back off her shoulders. Velvet understood the need to dress like a human when company was around, or on the few times she'd been allowed to escort Ms. Winters to the local farm supply store, but she never felt comfortable in it. Velvet loved her small breasts, loved not needing a bra all the time like Peep did. She gave both of her nipples a good hard twist, and shivered as she stepped into Ms. Winters bedroom. It felt wrong to be in this sacred space and not turned on. She sat on the edge of the bed, and set her red shirt down next to her as she bent to remove her boots. She'd always loved the way cowgirl boots looked, but the feel of them was entirely wrong. As soon as they were off, Velvet hopped up onto her feet and lifted herself onto her toes. The arches sang as she stretched, matching the angle of her heel-less boots perfectly from pure muscle memory. She unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall, leaving just her pale blue panties on. Ms. Winters loved the way her cock looked in them, and Velvet had to admit she felt the same way. The sheer fabric, stretched thin around her penis and testicles, was quite a sight. Although she had never asked, she was fairly certain Belle was given panties to wear during most of his sessions with their owner as well. She was also fairly certain that he wore pink. Her nipples were hard in the cool air as she walked up to the edge of the playroom, feet together, and waited. She ran her hand across the short stubble on the side of her head, as she contemplated which of many kinks the older woman would inflict upon her, and shivered happily. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Velvet." Velvet shivered again as she turned. She always knew. Ms. Winters stalked across the bedroom behind her, and Velvet folded her hands at her waist. "The pole," she said simply. Velvet skipped across the hardwood floor, spun to press her back against smooth wood, and bent down to reach for the ankle restraints. "Ah ah ah, Velvet. I want to try something different." Velvet slowly straightened, feet together and hands folded at her waist. "We're going to work on our self control today. You remember stay, don't you Velvet?" Velvet nodded, vividly remembering the lengthy sessions she'd endured on that particular topic. "Wrap your hands around the pole behind you, and interlock your fingers." Velvet did as she was instructed and waited patiently as Ms. Winters stepped in front of her. The tips of the older womans fingernails dragged down along her ribs to her hips and Velvet shuddered, feeling the soft fabric slide down her thighs. "Thank you for saving this for me, Velvet," the steel-haired woman said as she dropped to her knees. Velvet slowly lifted one foot, toes pointed straight down, and then the other, and Ms. Winters smirked as she stood back up and sniffed the panties. "You are truly skilled at anticipating my wants." Velvet put her feet back together, ankles and the sides of her big toes touching just as she was taught, and bit her lip while she watched Ms. Winters disrobe. The woman had a solidness to her that Velvet found incredibly sexy. Not fat, but not quite as defined as Velvet was. Still, the tone of her butt and thighs had her hardening, and Velvet found herself leaning away from the pole slightly. Ms. Winters small smile, as she folded her shirt and laid on the neat pile, said she knew how much Velvet liked it too. She always knew. Velvet watched, moving only her eyes, as Ms. Winters walked back, barefoot, to the bedroom door and opened it. Belle shuffled through moments later, his head ducked as if expecting a blow. "Stand in front of Velvet, Belle." "H-hi," he whispered as he came to a stop in front of her. "A-a-are you in trouble too?" Feet together, hands folded at his waist. Velvet quirked her eyebrows quizzically, and he continued. "Is Peep in trouble?" "Not as much as she thinks," Velvet said softly. "That," Ms. Winters said, as she stepped up behind Belle, "is my decision, Velvet." Velvet flustered, looking down and away from those ice blue eyes. "Belle, I want you to lean forward, and brace yourself on the wooden arch." Belle bent at the waist, putting his right hand onto the frame of a swing to Velvet's left. His face hovered inches away from the tip of Velvet's quivering head, and his eyes nearly crossed staring at it. Velvet's mouth dried quickly. Velvet looked up, and her eyes widened as she watched Ms. Winters pull the strapon with the pink dildo out of her chest of drawers. "What is this lesson about, Velvet?" she asked. "Self control." "Very good. You will remain there, fingers interlaced, until I tell you that you may join us." Velvet swallowed and licked her lips, desperate to return moisture to her mouth, and nodded. Belle's cheeks turned bright red as his eyes strained to look behind him. He knew better than to turn his head. "Trust her," Velvet whispered, and Belle nodded softly. His eyes widened as Ms. Winters pressed herself against him thigh to cheek, the pink dildo nestled between his round behind like a hot dog. Velvet stared enviously at the pink piece of plastic, shiny with lube, and the older woman smiled as she pushed it back and forth with her hips. A hungry smile. "Brace yourself well, Belle." Belle squealed as she reared back and drove the dildo into him. Velvet couldn't manage to pull her eyes away from his mouth. The way it hung open so close to her as he wailed was... tantalizing. She caught herself leaning forward and pulled herself back against the pole with a smack. "Good girl, Velvet." Beau's wail shifted, from one of intense discomfort to a rolling whimper in time with his steel-haired owner. Velvet knew the woman was a master with a prostate, and she was torn between jealousy of the woman and jealousy of the boy. She wanted to be both. "Against the pole, Velvet." Velvet gasped as she pulled herself back, her cock straining to reach the drooling mouth of her mare. Self Control. She swallowed hard. Her fingers ached behind her, knitted together as they were. Velvet fought to keep from staring at his lips, and instead found herself meeting the gaze of Ms. Winters as she railed the mare between them. "Wouldn't it be nice to cum in his mouth, Velvet?" Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 04 "Y-yes," she said, nodding emphatically. Belle moaned, although whether in answer or for his own reasons was unclear. The red polish on Ms. Winters' toes caught her eye as the older woman flexed them for grip against the dark hardwood. "To feel his lips," she grunted, straining slightly from the effort, "stretched around you?" Velvet bit her lip and nodded. "Ah ah ah! Use words my little stallion." Belle's squeals rose higher and higher, and Velvet looked down to see his knuckles whiten dramatically. "Yes," Velvet said, although it was almost completely drowned out by Belle's screaming orgasm. Cum shot down against the hardwood floor, and Velvet felt warm droplets spatter over her toes and the top of her foot. Ms. Winters didn't slow down a hair, only sank her fingers tighter around his hips to support him. Velvet found herself whimpering in time with her mare, equal parts proud, empathetic, envious, and lustful. "Wouldn't you love to feel his moans, Velvet?" "Yes," she whimpered. "Feeel the vibrations," she sang, as her head rolled back on her shoulders. Velvet bit her lip harder. The smell of Belle's warm cum filled her nose as she watched Ms. Winters' breasts slide outward with each push forward, and softly clap together with each drawback. A thick drop of her own precum landed on her left foot, and her cock ached for release. Strained for it. "Any second now," Ms. Winters said, "you'll be inside him again." Velvet whined as she watched the the older woman's thrusts ramp up in power dramatically; Belle nearly toppled into her from the force of it. "But you're waiting, aren't you Velvet?" "Yes," she whimpered. Her owner smiled euphorically, gasping lightly as she pounded out a happy song on the mare's behind. Velvet knew how much fun it was to top Belle and take him from behind, but no small part of that came from it being her cock. She was in awe of the way Ms. Winters experienced physical pleasure from control. "Velvet trusts you," she said. Another drop of precum spattered onto her foot as she watched the older woman's orgasm overtake her. "Now, Velvet," she cried. Velvet's hands clapped against the sides of Belle's head, and she squeaked as she forced her head into his throat. His nose jabbed into the small patch of pubic hair, that Ms. Winters insisted on, each time the woman rammed into him from behind, and Velvet knew she wouldn't be able to last long. "Yes," Ms. Winters shouted, encouragingly. "Yes!" Velvet whined wordlessly, taking in Belle's pinched eyes, the combined but unique smells of Ms. Winters and Belle's sweat, and the feel of Belle's saliva running down over her swollen sack. It was all she could to to remain upright, letting her owner's rabid thrusts do the work for her. She could feel it building; her balls clenched high and tight. "Velvet is a goood pony," Ms. Winters purred and Velvet came, screaming as she emptied herself into him. Belle gagged beneath her; a thick mix of cum and saliva ran over his lower lip and down his chin. She curled forward, pressing and holding his forehead to her belly button, for several seconds, and released. It was... magical. Her cock slapped down against her thigh as she took a step back, and Belle's head fell forward. He coughed roughly, depositing almost all of Velvet's orgasm onto the floor. Velvet watched, out of the corner of her eye, as Ms. Winters slowed to a stop. "Tut tut, Belle. You know better than to leave a mess." The exhausted mare winced as the older woman pulled out, loudly, and panted as he lowered himself down to his knees. Velvet caught a bead on her fingertip that was threatening to make the mess even worse, and casually sucked it clean. Ms. Winters, still standing behind Belle, bit her lip and cocked her head to the side as she stared down at the mare. "Look at it twitch," she mumbled to herself. "Belle," she continued, at full volume, "Velvet is about to be punished. She's going to spend a week in the box." Belle paused his licking to cast a sympathetic look up at Velvet. "Before that happens, would you like one last opportunity to please Velvet?" Belle looked away, his face reddening as he nodded. "Yes Miss Winters." "Don't stop yet, Belle. You have more to clean." Ms. Winters smirked as she reached down and removed the pink dildo from her strapon harness. Belle lowered his face to the floor, hunting. "Nothing bigger than a drop left, or there will be consequences." "Yes Miss Winters," he said between licks. Although Ms Winters deserved all the credit for his training and thoroughness, and Peep for his enthusiasm, Velvet still felt proud. He was hers. He had confided in her, in the small hours of the morning once, that if it ever came to it, he would choose her over Ms. Winters. Velvet held him tight and happily promised him that she would never make him choose. Velvet frowned as she saw a flash of purple in Ms. Winters' hand. The only purple dildo she knew of was a fair amount smaller than the pink one, and she had never known Ms. Winters to scale back anything, let alone intensity in the middle of a session. "You will be finished by the time I get over there," she intoned, affixing the smaller purple dildo. Belle squealed and licked faster. Velvet calmly folded her hands at her waist and watched the older woman stalk up behind him. Belle continued to clean, unaware of the woman crouching behind him until she extended her index finger and pushed it inside him. "Oh yes," she said. "That tightens up nicely when you want it to. I wonder, though, how far it stretches?" Belle froze. "Tightens very nicely indeed!" "W-w-what," Belle stuttered, "what are y-y-you going to do?" "Not that it's any of your concern," she said, smiling with that same hint of menace, "but we're going to see how much cock, real and fake, we can cram up your little boycunt." Velvet cooed as she watched the hairs on his neck stand up. "Noooo," Belle whined, skittering across the floor. Ms. Winters stood slowly, her expression unchanged. "You'll do this." "But... It won't fit and-" "You'll do this," Ms. Winters interrupted sharply, "because Velvet and I tell you to. You know what your place is, yes?" "...yes," he said meekly "And that is?" "...A mare?" he offered. "Very good, and mares are...?" "Beneath you..." "Beneath both of us," Ms. Winters corrected. "And what do mares get?" Belle chewed his lip, looking between Winter's dildo and Velvet's still-throbbing shaft. "They get fucked." "Such a good mare, don't you think Velvet?" Velvet turned her head slightly toward him. "Velvet thinks, if Belle was a good mare, she'd stop trembling in the corner and do what's expected of her." Belle gasped, but Velvet knew that particular brand of color he was turning and smiled inwardly. It hit hard on his cheeks and his ears, and it happened every time she asserted herself with him. Whenever she made him admit how much he loved it. She had a hard time not taking him right then; his reluctance was a huge turn on for her, but no amount of stimulation would make Velvet overstep her bounds with her owner. Ms. Winters sniffed her index finger and crooked it at him. Velvet thought she saw the taller woman flexing her toes again over the spot Belle had been licking, but her tight smile gave away nothing. "Run downstairs and get a pair of your boots, Velvet." Velvet ran the whole way. And the whole way back. Belle was standing with his back to their owner when Velvet slipped back into the adjacent bedroom. She was massaging his shoulders as she whispered in his ear, so Velvet paused well out of earshot to slip into her boots. She would never dare intrude to on Ms. Winters private moments. Velvet walked up to the edge of the playroom, feet together and hands folded at her waist and waited. She didn't have to wait long. "Velvet, would you assist me?" Ms. Winters asked. She scooped her elbows underneath Belle's arms and huffed as she lifted him and leaned backwards. Belle grimaced as he rose into the air. "Pull your feet up, Belle." Velvet sighed happily as she finally put together the purpose of the smaller purple dildo, and she stepped in front of them and knelt down. She curled her middle finger up inside of Belle with a grin and stretched him, guiding the tapered purple plastic with her other hand. Belle gritted his teeth and shook his head as the steel-haired woman lowered him. Velvet watched in awe as the tip slid in beside her finger, and she gave a playful tug to his ring. "Hurry now, Velvet." There was a note of strain in Ms. Winters voice that sent a shiver down Velvet's spine. It sounded like the first time she'd been allowed to near the older woman's ass. Velvet took hold of the soles of Belle's feet as she stood, and... For a moment, Velvet completely lost her train of thought as she stared at Belle. He was as hard as she'd ever seen him, with a bead of precum running down his stomach and another perched on his thigh. She let out a shuddering breath as she drank in his anticipation. She stepped forward, the tips of her boots just inside of Ms. Winters bare feet. She looked down, guiding herself to Belle's strained hole with her hips, but her head slipped around beside the purple plastic. Belle whined in fear, and the older woman whispered softly in his ear. Velvet frowned in concentration as she lined herself up again, but when she push she merely slid around the side again. She grunted as she let go of his left foot to steady herself as she pushed a third time. "Nooooooooo no no no no no no," Belle cried. His left arm waved awkwardly in the air, eventually settling on Velvet's shoulder, and his right curled back to hold Ms. Winters head. Velvet's jaw dropped, and she nearly choked as she tried to push past the first inch. Belle had never felt so tight. Nothing had ever felt this tight. "Nooooo nooooo nooooo noooooo... Fuck, it's too much, it's too much." "Hold on tight, little one." Ms. Winters's smile, as she peered over his shoulder. "I don't think this will take long." Another rivulet of precum meandered down from Belle's belly button, and Velvet groaned gloriously. The purple plastic was utterly unyielding, and Belle was stretched to his limit; there was no give, no matter how hard Velvet tightened herself. "Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu," Belle sobbed. Velvet bit her lip hard as she lowered his feet slightly, and he sank around her. Her thighs reveled in the work. The taste of copper on her tongue. The scent of lube, and Belle's precum, heavy in the air. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts." "And you love it," Ms. Winters growled. "Yes," he whined. "He does. OoooooooooooohmyGodohmyGodohmyGod." Velvet loved it when Belle talked during sex. She loved the way he talked around the sensations, and the way his voice got higher and higher, right up until the moment he came and he bottomed out. She loved it almost as much as she loved engaging him, and teasing him. She loved getting him to own up to what he liked, because what he liked was her. No matter how hard she tried, though, she couldn't make intelligible sounds. Either her throat was closed , or her teeth were clamped shut, or her lips were drawn back in a rictus. She wanted to tell him how good it felt. How proud she was. She wanted him to know how much she loved him, but all that came out was "Hnnnnnnnnnnnnngh!" Over and over. For minutes on end. She tried flexing at the knees. She tried flexing at the ankle. She tried bouncing up on her toes. No matter what she tried, though, she could not thrust farther. Belle just pinched his eyes shut and squealed louder. Ms. Winters shifted her weight abruptly, and Belle dropped several inches all at once. Velvet's eyes popped as she heard Belle's voice drop. She stared at Ms. Winters, both gasping, until an long spurt of cum arced between them. With a grin, Ms. Winters dropped Belle again, and Velvet completely lost the ability to make sound. She looked down to see his cheeks flattened against her hips, his balls clenched and quivering, and the thick under-vein of his cock undulating as he erupted all over himself. He was so tight. Velvet would never be able to use the word again without remembering this. She wanted to thrust. Ached to thrust. To pound his adorable little ass and split him open. She looked back up. Belle was smiling at her. Velvet came. *** Velvet groaned as she rolled onto her back. For the sixth time in the last seven days, she woke up to an extremely painful half-erection. The chastity, Ms. Winters thought, was the perfect way to give Velvet a deep appreciation for never holding back. Ms. Winters often came up with clever wordplay to justify the use of the chastity on her. She closed her eyes and took deep calming breaths. Belle, nestled against her side, looked adorable when he slept, and Velvet gave thanks that today was the last day of her punishment. The sky outside the one window in the stable was brightening, deep red giving way to orange. In through the nose, out through the mouth. She could do it. Movement outside her stall. Ms. Winters smirked at her through the bars and tossed something small and jangly at her. Velvet's eyes widened, and she caught the small set of keys in her palm. Ms. Winters held up her opened hand, and silently mouthed "Five minutes," before disappearing. The woman could be scary quiet when she wanted to. "Roll over," Velvet whispered. Belle scrunched his nose and turned, and Velvet snuck her arm out from underneath him. The shallow key slid into the lock and popped open with a click, and Velvet exhaled loudly. She grinned as she reached back to the small shelf she'd earned for extra good behaviour. None of the other ponies had one. Her fingers wrapped around the small blue bottle of lube Ms. Winters had given Belle, and she poured a dime in the palm of her hand. She had to spread it slowly to be quiet, and she scooted across the sawdust to spoon Belle. A deep breath, the calm before the plunge, as she very slowly pushed herself between his cheeks. "What-" "Shhh," she whispered, as she reached a hand around to cover his mouth. "We have to be quiet." She grinned as Belle licked her hand, and she wrapped her arms around him. Belle gave the tiniest, cutest whimper as she pushed deeper inside of him. "Shhhh!" Velvet bit her lip and sighed as she hilted against his round cheeks. She entangled her feet with his for leverage, and rolled her spine. Velvet had never been blessed with an overabundance of stamina, and after being caged up for a week, this promised to be an even shorter fucking than usual, but Velvet was overjoyed to be fully erect and deep inside Belle once again. Shallow thrusts. "Ow!" he groaned, as Velvet bit into his shoulder. Shallow thrusts. "Shhhhh!" Shallow thrusts. "Fuck you," he whispered, as he began grinding his ass against her. Velvet buried her face against his neck, bit him again, and moaned against his skin. "Owwwwwww!" Quietly, on the far side of the stable, Velvet thought she heard Peep diddling herself, and grinned. She spread both hands out over his chest, fingers tracing the mares tight pecs and abs. One of his hands roamed back behind her, and his fingers sank into her ass. Velvet winced at his sharp fingernails and grunted into his neck again. Shallow thrusts. Just being inside him again was euphoric, and Velvet tried to slow down to avoid cumming too quickly, but it was for naught. Her voice thinned out, smaller and smaller, as she held him tightly against her. She panted softly, kissing along his shoulders, as the tingling spread to her fingers and toes "Velvet is sorry," she whispered, "but that is going to happen again and again today." "Belle doesn't mind," he said, and Velvet sighed as she watched his ears redden. She snuggled up against him, smiling as he slowly squeezed her out. She could vaguely make out Peep whispering to Beau on the far side of the room. "No," Beau said, not quietly, and Belle sighed in her arms. Velvet frowned as she heard the far stall door sliding open. "Can you try to talk to her?" she asked quietly. "Yeah, Belle will try." Velvet kissed the back of his head and disentangled herself. Peep was waiting by the heavy wooden door, smiling sadly. The other two mares had spent much of the first three days of Velvet's punishment fucking like rabbits for hours on end, much to Velvet's dismay and Ms. Winters' amusement. She'd been happy for her friend, but the constancy of it was intimidating, and problematic to boot. The last couple days, however... Velvet pushed Peep under the water first, and the blonde mare nodded thankfully. Velvet frowned when saw Peep's shoulders bounce. They both turned when they heard Beau yelling through the door. Velvet had never heard anyone yell loud enough to be heard through the heavy wooden door, although to be fair, she was usually on the same side as the yelling. Peep sobbed quietly. Velvet just held her tightly for a while. *** Ms. Winters frowned as Velvet entered, clad in in just her sports bra and running shoes, and slowly pushed her glasses back up her nose. Her single raised eyebrow asked the question for her. Velvet had to clear her throat roughly before speaking. "Velvet thinks that... that Ms. Winters might... want to be downstairs when Belle and Beau groom." Her owner, sitting at her desk in her silver satin robe while she enjoyed her morning coffee, frowned and nodded. She disliked having her routine interrupted. Velvet closed the door behind her and went back downstairs. Peep was just finishing getting into her yoga clothes, and she sighed dejectedly while they walked together out to the small barn. Pronto's stall was, as usual, a tidy and organized mess. He did his business in a small arc around the back of his stall. Velvet briefly considered letting Peep do his stall instead of Stiletto's, but she seemed like she might prefer the distraction this morning; Stiletto's stall was, as always, absolutely wrecked. Velvet came back up with the sawdust for both before Peep was done, but the sweat had not helped her mood much. Velvet wanted to tell Peep it was going to be okay. She wanted to reassure her the way she knew Ms. Winters would. She really liked Peep, and she wanted to be there for her friend; she just didn't know how. Peep swept up the aisle, and Velvet took one last look around. Stiletto whinnied at her stallion, but the big black was busy investigating a squirrel. *** "I want you to take Beau out to the lake," Ms. Winters said when they returned to the grooming room. Peep and Belle grabbed their yoga mats and went upstairs hand in hand. "Show her the purple course, because that's what you'll be running this weekend." Velvet opened her mouth and paused, looking at Beau out of the corner of her eye. "Your objections have been noted, Velvet." Beau looked as sullen as she ever had, but when Velvet started walking toward the door, Beau fell in behind her. They jogged across the big open field and onto a dirt path just behind the storage shed on the corner of the property. The purple course was a deer trail Ms. Winters had discovered. Before the twins came, she and Velvet had jogged it regularly two abreast to widen it for exactly this purpose. Velvet hadn't thought Beau was anywhere near ready to be so far away from the Ranch, but she wasn't one to doubt her owners judgement. For the most part, the trail required no guiding. It ran without forks or crossings up a low hill, along the ridge at the top for about a half mile, and then down the other side. It continued through dense forest, ambling rather than in a straight line, until it broke into a clearing on the southern end of a serene little lake. Velvet loved the view from the southern end in particular as the lake was far longer than it was wide. Together, Velvet and Ms. Winters had blazed a parallel trail back to the Ranch. Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 04 Velvet was proud of herself when she realized that her run with Beau today was an opportunity, and not a punishment or a test. She hadn't known what to say to Peep because she didn't understand the problem. The problem seemed to be on Beau's end... or at least that's how it looked to Velvet. She could try talking to Beau! The only problem was that Velvet and Beau didn't talk. Ever. Velvet studied her running partner surreptitiously as they ran. Beau's face was a hardened mask. "Velvet is sorry for raping you and your brother." Beau turned her head, enraged, and- Velvet frowned. "So... how awesome is sex with Peep?" Beau turned her head, horrified, and- That wouldn't work. "What the fuck is your problem?" Beau turned her head, enraged, and- Most of the time, Velvet was proud of her reputation. Not for the first time, however, it was getting in the way. "Why do you keep opening your mouth like we're gonna talk?" Beau glared at her, eyebrows arched and lips turns down at the ends, as they hit the top of the incline and turned along the spine of the hill. "...Velvet thought-" "Yeah, well stop." Velvet exhaled through her nose, sensing the window closing on her. Fast. "Don't hurt Peep," she blurted. Beau drifted to a stop. "What?!" "Peep," Velvet said, as she slowed and turned. "She's deserves to be treated well... so... don't hurt her." "Oh my god," she said incredulously. "Are you really trying to give me advice on how to treat someone?" "Velvet..." Velvet sighed and furrowed her brow. "No, go on!" Beau took an angry step forward. "Velvet what?" Velvet took a deep breath. "Velvet is sorr-" Beau's full arm slap was not unexpected, but that did nothing to soothe the incredible sting. Velvet kept her head turned to the side as she wracked her brain for a path forward. She probed the inside of her cheek with her tongue and tasted blood. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to try ag- The second slap spun Velvet a bit, and she had to blink away the stars. Beau's eyes were shimmering when Velvet finally managed to face her again. Their jog was over. "How dare you," she inflicted, lips trembling. Velvet winced as she rubbed her cheek. Beau reared back again when she opened her mouth, but she caught Beau by the wrist and leaned in until the two race ponies were nose to nose. "Beau has many good reasons to hate Velvet," Velvet said. Beau wrenched her arm loose and backed away, but Velvet stayed close. "Velvet knows, but that doesn't make what she's saying untrue." "You're a monster!" "Sometimes," Velvet said, her eyes drifting down. "She doesn't want to be." "Can't you see how she manipulates you?! She's got you all fucked up, and you're just sooooo happy to do her bidding!" "Velvet-" "Do you even remember that you're a person under there?" Beau yelled. Velvet blinked and took a step back and the angry asian pony followed her, gesticulating wildly. "Do you remember having a life before this fucking place? Beau does! Beau remembers!" Both ponies gasped, and Beau slapped a hand over her mouth. "No! No!!" "Beau! Wait!" But Beau was gone. Velvet cursed as she threw herself down the trail, but the fleeing pony was a frighteningly fast sprinter. "No no no no no," Velvet whined, as she rounded the corner at the top of the hill. Beau was already almost halfway down, although she seemed to be staying on the path; the underbrush on either side was very dense the whole way to the lake. The path, however, was not straight. Velvet frantically tried to calculate how far they'd already run, and what she thought Beau could manage before she burned out. Briefly, she saw Beau darting between trees ahead of her, the blue on her bra standing out. Still on the path. Fuck. Counting the downhill slope, Beau should... another flicker through the trees... it must be the fear, she decided. Fear is giving her wings. Velvet ducked her head and pushed herself as hard as she ever had. "Beau!" she cried futilely. "Beau please!" She knew there were two quick turns ahead before the final straightaway to the lake, but as Velvet rounded a- The only thing that saved Velvet from a severe concussion, when Beau stepped out from behind a tree swinging a branch hard enough to make Babe Ruth proud, was that the swing was a little low. Velvet barely heard the terrifying crack over the ringing in her skull, as the limb splintered and shattered against her upraised arm and shoulder. Her feet ran out from under her, and Velvet hit the ground hard, bouncing and skidding almost ten feet from the point of impact. She cried out as she rolled off of her injured arm, and through the bleary haze, she heard Beau charging and raising the remains of the branch high overhead. But Velvet also heard something else. Something falling and landing messily on the forest floor. Beau screamed, a painful yelp that interrupted her battle cry, and then screamed again as she dropped the branch. Velvet grimaced as she rolled onto her knees, looking around. A quiet kind of roar was building not far off the trail, and Velvet's mind went blank except for one thought; hornets. There are hornets around here! Beau screamed as she flung her arms in useless defense, and started to turn back the way they had come. Velvet growled as she launched herself up off her knees to grab at the back of Beau's sports bra. The first hornet stung her right thigh as she dragged Beau to a stop. "Water," she screamed, as the roaring intensified. "That way!" Another sting, on her forearm. Beau let herself be thrown down the path toward the lake, taking all of Velvet's momentum with her. Velvet shrieked as she got a third sting on the back of her neck and started running. Down the path they ran, pursued by a cloud of fury. Twenty feet in front of Velvet, Beau wheeled to her right as she broke into the clearing and dove, head first, into the water. The forest in the corners of Velvet's eyes blurred as she ran, fading from green to a swarming black. The roar was all around her, and getting louder. She could feel the feel them brushing her elbows every time she pumped her arms back, nipping at her shoulders. Her mane flowed turbulently behind her, she followed Beau into the water two seconds later. Velvet swam as far as she could underwater, in a straight line. Distance was all she cared about. She needed to get far, and she only popped up for air long enough to exhale, look around for Beau, and inhale again. Beau was nowhere to be seen, and Velvet cursed as she ducked under the surface. Her arm ached where Beau had struck her, and she did as much of the work as she could manage with her feet. The cool water had very little visibility, and she was only able to keep her eyes open for short bursts. No sign of Beau. Her lungs were on fire when she crawled on all fours onto the opposite shore. Her mane hung thick and heavy around her as she coughed and gasped. Her running shoes were completely waterlogged. The stings on her forearm and neck were painful, but the one on her thigh was worse, and she winced as she stood up and looked around. She could just barely make out the terrible buzzing of the hornets, still milling in rage on the far side of the water, but couldn't make out anything except maybe a moving shadow. No sign of Beau, and then... Way out in the lake, heading lengthwise along the center, she saw a small brown ball break through the surface a half mile away. Velvet puffed out a breath and waited for her head to dip back below before moving. Everything ached, and even a light jog was an effort. Every time Beau popped up for air, Velvet slowed to a stop and caught her breath. Not for the first time since they'd started today, Velvet wished she'd worn her running shorts. Her balls were very angry with her. *** "Noooooooooo!" Beau was on hands and knees in the short grass by the shore as Velvet puffed through the treeline, and her face fell. "Pleeeease just let me go!" "Velvet can't," she said as she slowed to a stop and doubled over. "I can't go back there," Beau sobbed. "I can't take it." Velvet nodded her head. "You can." "Nooooooo." Beau rolled back on her knees and huddled into herself. "We have to go back, Beau." "Please don't take me back to her," she pleaded. "I can't take it any more. Just let me go!" "Why the fuck would you want that?" Velvet snapped. "Do you know what's out there? Out there is... taxes. Out there is a job." Velvet stood up straight and pointed, bewildered. "Out there is... is... all of the people who have failed you, and used you. And they will do it over and over." "We had a life out there!" "You... you sold your body, and pimped your brother! You lived under cardboard, you ungrateful little..." Velvet paused as Beau began crying harder. "Oh. Oh yeah, Belle told Velvet about that. It's so bad to have a roof? Walls? Exercise? Regular fucking meals?" "It's terrifying!" she screamed, descending into complete hysterics. Velvet sighed and slumped down into the grass a few feet away from her, sighed and waited. After several minutes, Beau finally added, in a tiny voice "I don't want to like it." "Velvet knows," she said simply, softly. Beau finally raised her head and glared at Velvet through the tears. "You don't know anything!" she said, her voice dripping with venom. "You do whatever she says, no matter how horrible it is. She's awful, Velvet!" "Velvet knows," she said simply, softly. "You-" Beau's eyes widened, and she recoiled. "If you know, then why?" "She takes care of Velvet," Velvet said with a shrug. Beau sobbed uncomprehendingly, her shoulders jerking roughly. "Peep needs you, Beau." "She was doing fine before I got here," Beau said, shaking her head. "She'll be fine again." "Belle needs you too." "He has you." "Velvet can't replace his sister, no matter how much Velvet loves him." "You..." Beau's face began to harden. "You love him?" she said quietly, and Velvet nodded. "You love him?" Velvet nodded again, and Beau chuckled darkly. "Love." Pure acid. "Why am I the only one fighting this?" Suddenly, she looked up at Velvet, and Velvet despaired that she'd sat down too close. "It's you. You fucked them until they loved it. You have magical spunk, don't you?" Velvet's eyes widened dramatically as Beau began to crawl toward her. "Of course Velvet doesn-" "But you fuck everyone else. What's the matter, Velvet?" Velvet leaned back on the palms of her hands as Beau crawled over her. Beau hovered above her and whispered against her cheek. "Come on, Velvet. Fuck me until I like it." "Belle-" "-looks just like me," Beau finished, straddling the shocked smaller latina. "What's the matter, Velvet? Are my tits not big enough for you?" Velvet swallowed hard. "Am I not old enough for you?" "Beau-" "I know I just have this little cunt here," she whispered, grinding her sex against Velvet's groin, "but that can be just as warm and tight. If I get it nice and wet for you, will you fuck me until I love it here too?" "Velvet doesn't..." she said, her voice cracking hard. "Come on, stud," Beau said, reaching down between her legs to grab Velvet's cock. "Fuck the pain away." "Beau, stop." "Come on," Beau said, her voice rising. Her red-rimmed eyes narrowed to slits as she laid Velvet's cock down flat and pushed herself down around it. "I'm fucking wet for you, Velvet." Velvet's eyebrows knitted together. "You swam across a lake." The friction was... very distracting. "Just fuck me, you freak." Velvet recoiled as if struck, and Beau angrily pressed her advantage. "Fuck me like you fuck my brother." "No one fucked Belle," Velvet snarled, "better than you. Velvet makes him cum, but you fucked him stu-" Velvet's head spun under another slap, and her arms gave out beneath her. She followed the slap and rolled onto her shoulder, but Beau pounced forward and pushed her flat against the ground. Velvet gasped as Beau kissed her fiercely, lips pressed messily together as she tried to wriggle away. "You don't want to do this," Velvet slurred, as Beau fought for ingress into her mouth. When that failed, Beau bit down on Velvet's lower lip and pulled back hard. "Come on, freak." Velvet's snapped, and planted her fist hard into Beau's short ribs. Beau groaned through gritted teeth and Velvet struck again, this time dislodging the dripping asian. They rolled away from each other, each wincing and gasping for air. A minute later, Velvet was the first up to rise up onto all three good limbs. "Velvet loves her body," she said, touching her lip and pulling away a bloody fingertip. "She doesn't hate herself like Beau does." She ran her tongue around the inside of her teeth and spit. "She's sorry she hit you, but that word-" "Freak," Beau screamed, tears streaming from her eyes. Velvet shook her head and lifted herself up on her knees. "You think you can drive Velvet to this, but you can't. Velvet can't do this for you. She won't." "Freak," Beau cried, but it lacked strength as she dissolved into tears again. "Velvet thought she could break your brother like that," Velvet said tiredly. "She pushed him and pushed him because she didn't want him to leave. If she could break Belle, he would stay. He'd have to stay, and Velvet would have someone who was hers. Someone who would never leave." Velvet shook her head. "There's plenty of reasons to hate it here, Beau, but Peep is worth it. Worth it and more." Beau's sobbing slowed as she lay on her side, her back turned toward Velvet. Velvet squinted as she looked up. "It's gonna be late when we get back no matter what," she said. "Are your ribs ok?" "Don't think they're broken," she said softly. Velvet nodded and flexed her hand through the pain. Beau was tough. "Velvet doesn't mind being the bad guy, but... she also wants to make Belle happy, so... Velvet is going to give Beau more space." She looked over at the prone stallion and frowned pensively. "She doesn't know if we can be friends, but maybe not trying to kill each other is a start?" Beau sighed and nodded. "Are you just gonna lay there until Velvet drags you back?" "I thought you said you were gonna give me more space?!" Beau rolled slightly to glare over her shoulder when Velvet started laughing. "You're not funny." Velvet groaned through the laugh as she got up. Beau reluctantly followed suit, although she needed help to get on her feet. "Wanna hear a joke?" Velvet asked, as they started down the return trail. "Peep warned me about your jokes." "It's funny!" "I hate knock knock jokes." "It's not a knock knock joke," Velvet said eagerly. Beau sighed and nodded. "Ok, so... this guy, his bar just closed down..." *** It was late afternoon when Beau and Velvet finally stepped out of the forest and back into the large field. Beau had made it most of the way without help. Although she had leaned on Velvet's shoulder the last third of the return trip, Velvet hadn't taken it personally when Beau wanted to be limping on her own as they reemerged. Velvet had her own limping to do, as the sting on her thigh was throbbing angrily. Ms. Winters had been reclining on the porch when Velvet first saw her, and she promptly got up and strode across the field toward them, but Peep and Belle got there first. Beau tried to put up her hands to stop him, but Belle ran into her and hugged her at full speed. Beau yelped in pain when he squeezed, but she didn't let go either. Peep came to a stop a few feet away, although Velvet couldn't tell if she was respectfully waiting for the sibling reunion to be over or waiting to see if Beau really wanted to see her too. Velvet smiled and limped past them, to where her owner was waiting with folded arms. And a smile. Velvet sighed happily. "You did say we should do something about that nest," Ms. Winters said with a smirk. "Velvet did," she said tiredly. "Was this what you had in mind?" "It is not." Velvet looked back over her shoulder just in time to see Beau fling herself at Peep, wrapping the shocked blonde in a warm embrace Peep was only seconds in returning. "Was this what Ms. Winters had in mind?" "Something like that," the older woman said with a deeply satisfied smile. "Thank you, Velvet." Velvet merely nodded. "Velvet is glad that she's yours," she said as she turned back to her owner. "She doesn't say that enough." Ms. Winters smiled oddly. "Glad that I'm here to make all your decisions for you and control you, or glad that I took you away from all that and gave you this place to be yourself?" "The second one," Velvet said after a moment of thought. The steel-haired woman nodded thoughtfully, looking over Velvet's shoulder. "They wanted to go looking for you two hours ago." "That might have ruined everything," Velvet said, ruminating. "Velvet had to do that alone." "You don't have to do everything alone, my sweet little pony," she said as she took a step back. "Incoming." Velvet looked up at her quizzically, but the sound of Belle running over to her answered her question in it's own way. Velvet winced as Belle crashed into her, and she did her best to hug him tightly with her one good arm. "We always knew you were coming back," he whispered sadly. "so when she-" "You don't have to explain," Velvet whispered back. "It's ok." Belle pulled out of the hug slightly, and leaned his forehead against hers. "Welcome home, Beau." The way Ms. Winters said the word home tickled Velvet's memory. Beau nodded as she and Peep walked up beside Velvet. Not happily, per se, but not sullenly. "You look like you had an eventful jog." Beau swallowed hard and looked down. She made a small sound in the back of her throat, and swallowed again. "Beau tried to-" Ms. Winters silenced her with an upraised palm. "We'll have time for that later. Peep, will you assist me in applying some first aid to our wounded little racer?" Peep nodded enthusiastically, and the three of them began to walk toward the house. "While we're doing that, you can tell me all about your near miss with Dr. Atcher's narcotics." Peep missed a step as she walked, and laughed nervously. Velvet held Belle back, knowing Ms. Winters would take the other two to her room for care and time in the playroom, and that they could use the first aid kit in the grooming room. Ms. Winters wouldn't punish Beau until Beau was healed, but Peep... "Thank you for bringing her back," Belle said softly. Velvet nodded, and smiled as her tears made him all blurry. She hugged him again, whining as she used her bruised arm as well, and buried her face against his neck. The tears continued for some time. Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 05 "Fuck," Elizabeth yelled as she leapt back. Pronto snorted indignantly, and gave another warning kick into the empty space behind him. Her fist clenched around the hoof pick until it quivered. "Just stand still, you stupid bastard!" She took a step toward the big black's hind quarters, but Pronto bucked and spun in his stall to keep her where he could see her. Elizabeth lashed out, her open palm landing flat and hard against his shoulder. "Whoa," Betsy hollered from a few stalls down. "Just... whoa." Elizabeth fumed as she heard a stall door slide open and shut. "Come on outta there, Liz." Elizabeth stared daggers at her stallion as she stepped out into the aisle. "Hon, you can't hit the horse," she said flatly. Elizabeth took a deep breath and turned to point at the problem, but Betsy cut her off. "I know, I know. He's a stubborn sonuva bitch. But you knew that," she said, pointing at Elizabeth. "I told you that before you went 'n bought him." "I know," Elizabeth said testily. "But he won't-" "He won't listen, I know. Won't listen to me either." Betsy smirked and shook her head. "I gotta fight him for everything. Only one he'll listen to is Isabella. Damn kid's a natural." Pronto stared at her through the bars of his stall, and Elizabeth felt her blood pressure rising. "No, ok, see what yer doin' right now? Yer gettin' ready to go back in there and battle him." Elizabeth threw up her arms in frustration. "I thought you said I wasn't supposed to let him win because of his long memory!" she shouted. "Yeah, but, Hon, he's a horse. He weighs 1200 lbs. You can't go in there and expect to out-muscle a horse, see?" Betsy grinned and took Elizabeth by the shoulder. "Come on. Let's walk it off. He needs to cool down too." Elizabeth shook her head incredulously as she walked. "How was I better at this as a kid?" "You have any kids'a yer own, Liz?" Elizabeth frowned and shook her head. "Kids're great. You know what they're thinkin' about when they play tag?" Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, fearing it was a trick question but not seeing how that could be. "Tag. 'at's it. When they take care of a horse, ya see, all they're thinkin' about is takin' care of the horse. Now, you get an adult to play tag, an' they're thinkin' about... tag, and work, and I have that dentist appointment next week, and the tires'r gettin' a little thin on tread on the minivan. Ya see what I'm sayin'? Kids're pure of purpose, is how I like to put it, and I 'spect yer head is somewheres else right now." They stepped out of the back of the small barn, and both women raised their hands to shield their eyes from the afternoon sun. Out in the field, Isabella was riding her big gelding through a slalom of barrels. "It doesn't hurt," Elizabeth said, "that she probably has two cartoon mice helping her get dressed in the morning." "Aha!" Betsy shouted, turning toward the taller woman. "Aha! See? See what you just did?" Elizabeth frowned and shook her head. "Yer mad at the girl cus, what, you think she's prettier'n you? Yer mad at the horse cus he's bigger'n tougher'n you are? You can't control that stuff." "So what are you telling me," Elizabeth barked testily. "Look, you gotta clean his hooves, right? So how're you gonna get him to do what you want?" Again, Elizabeth paused, fearing a trick question. "You gotta be smarter'n the horse, hon. So use that big brain of yers and figure out how yer gonna get'm to do what ya want!" Betsy smirked as she popped a cigarette out of her pack and reached for her lighter. "It ain't rocket surgery." *** The sound of Velvet's unlocked stall door sliding open was faint, but clear. Ms. Winters bit her lip in anticipation. The heavy wooden door rattled. Twice. The deadbolt was secure. The older woman licked her lips and stifled a moan. Quiet. Very quiet. The hinge on the door at the bottom of the steps gave a slow creak, and Ms. Winters almost couldn't take it anymore. Her pony was taking a very long time tonight. Finally, the door next to her opened, and Velvet crept through. Ms. Winters held her breath, letting the scene play out before her. Velvet slowed to a stop and stood in shock, getting her first real look at the playroom since arriving. The steel haired woman watched the mare's shoulders sag, and then jerk slightly with a sob. As the lightheadedness set in, Ms. Winters slammed the door shut hard, and Velvet whirled with a scream. "So nice of you to join me, Velvet," she said, taking a step toward the shrinking mare with her arms held behind her. "No!" "You saved me the trouble of having to get you myself, and I appreciate that." "No!" Velvet backed away between the matched floor-and-ceiling spreader bars and the workhorse. "Now, I had my heart set on a good spanking tonight," Ms. Winters said with a grin, as Velvet bounced off the cross and ran for the door. "That's locked too, Velvet." "Nooo!" the mare sobbed, shaking the door handle vigorously. "What I want is to see your ass reeeeaaally pink tonight, Velvet," she said, "but I will settle for bruised and purple." She moved her hands around to her front, revealing the cane she'd been hiding behind her thigh, and tapped it against her other palm. "And possibly a little bloody." Velvet slumped against the door, too exhausted after her day of running to do much more, and whimpered. "Which will it be, Velvet? Spanking or caning?" Be smarter'n the horse, Betsy had said. "I want to hear you say it." *** "Velvet?" The mare was unresponsive, her head lolling while she breathed slowly. "Velvet, can you hear me?" "Velvet can hear you," she said tiredly. "Good," Ms. Winters purred. She pulled another chair over, and sat down immediately in front of Velvet. She kept her voice quiet but firm. "I'm going to ask you some questions. Are you feeling up to that?" "Velvet thinks so." Heavy breathing. Slightly slurred words. "You made me very happy this weekend, Velvet. Your enthusiasm was much more palpable." "Velvet is glad," she said, smiling weakly. Her eyelids never rose. "She tried her hardest." "I'm curious to know why you were so much happier to see me, Velvet." "Velvet finally made Isabella stop talking." Ms. Winters drew short, lips halfway to forming her next question. "You... made Isabella stop talking?" "Yes," Velvet said slowly. "... Is... is Isabella still there?" "Yes," Velvet said slowly. "...Can I speak with her?" The lethargic mare whimpered. "Isabella is very mad at you." Ms. Winters rested her hand on her chin and tapped her cheek thoughtfully. *** "It's uncomfortable." Velvet winced. "Velvet can barely walk." "You'll get used to it," Ms. Winters said, and Velvet nodded slowly. "Try it at a slow jog." Velvet whined and nodded again, and Ms. Winters leaned back against the fence. Her dark little mare was already sweating profusely in the August sun, and Ms. Winters loved the way it made her tanned skin gleam. She tilted her head as she watched Velvet's awkward gait, and moaned softly as Velvet came back around toward her; the plug had her half erect. Ms. Winters was so glad she'd decided to have Velvet run nude today. She puffed herself up, beaming with pride as Velvet ambled by. The long black tail fluttered marvelously in the breeze, but the wincing pony seemed to take very little notice of her silent approval. She could feel her nipples hardening under her bra as she stared at the black outer nub of the plug... as she stared at Velvet's cock flopping from thigh to thigh while she jogged. But as Velvet went by a second time, eyes tight from the hip-widening strain, she decided she wasn't doing enough. Ms. Winters licked the tips of her middle and ring fingers, and slipped her hand inside the waistband of her pants. Gotta be smarter'n the horse, Betsy had said. The next time, as the mare looped around, her eyes popped wide open. The time after that, Velvet was red with embarrassment and fully erect. The time after that, Velvet was running. Awkwardly, but running. *** "Snapdragon!" Isabella's eyes rolled behind tired eyelids. "What're... what's... Why am..." "Calm down, Velvet." But Isabella would not be calm. "No," she cried. "No!" The tight bindings on her wrists and ankles creaked as she strained against her bonds, trying to summon her wits through the fog. The chair groaned fearfully. Ms. Winters made a mental note to find a more sturdy piece of furniture to strap her to next time. The mare thrashed more and more vigorously, grunting and snarling wordlessly. The more her bindings gave, the more she fought. Ms. Winters bit her lip and ran her thumb along the grip of the cattle prod. "Snapdragon!" she shouted, as the left armrest of the chair broke loose from it's moorings. Velvet fell back, panting and slightly panicked. This might work after all, she thought. *** "You two looked quite cozy together," Ms. Winters said, smirking as she and Velvet walked away from the picnic table. "And how, pray tell, did you manage to get that little mare on his knees?" Velvet sighed and nodded. "Peep talked him into it, and Miss Winters was right... Velvet had to back off." The older woman moaned softly, letting the image of Belle sucking her off replay in her mind. "Velvet, your diligence is astounding. It's because of you that I have what I've always wanted." Velvet blushed and dug the toe of her boot into the grass. "Velvet wants to be helpful." Ms. Winters moaned softly again under her breath. "You are, Velvet. You are." The little stallion beamed. "But Belle and Beau are different animals. Right now, what Belle needs is a softer touch." Velvet nodded slowly, furrowing her brow. "I know you'll find your way with them. I have every confidence in you." Velvet smiled and blushed, although the post-orgasmic flush had not yet faded. *** Ms. Winters leaned her head into the pillowy back of her plush armchair. Her steel gray hair hung loose around her shoulders, and she exhaled softly. She licked her lips and smiled at a moan from between her legs, and pushed her glasses further up. Sweat had an unfortunate luricating effect on her eyewear, and every time she looked down at Peep, the thin frames slid to the tip of her nose. She arched her leg, letting the sole of her foot caress Peep's side. "Yes, Peep. Deeper," she said, her voice husky and low. Peep whimpered again. Her eyes were pinched tight in advance of her fourth orgasm, and her tongue faltered. "Yes! Again, Peep!" she whispered. The older woman slid down, pushing her ass just over the edge of the seat of the plush armchair. "Scream, Peep." Both of her hands slid through Peep's hair, holding her tightly in place as her feet entwined behind the curvy mare. Peep cried out into her folds and Ms. Winters moaned, feeling the sound waves pass through her core. "Yes, Peep! Yes!!" Her thighs tightened around Peep's head, pinning her in place, as she reached over and pushed the slider on the sybian control to 'Max'. Peep exploded, a fifth orgasm following hot on the heels of the fourth. Through it all, Ms. Winters rode her, grinding her cunt against Peep's face Just as Peep hit her climax, the steel-haired woman turned the sybian back down, and in the sudden quiet, she heard Velvet groaning softly. Velvet was watching again. "Ah ah ah. Avert your eyes. Last warning." Velvet groaned frustratedly around the gag in her mouth. The rope Ms. Winters had weaved around her body had her arms stretched back behind herself, and her legs spread wide. Her small breasts were collected and gathered into two globes protruding from her chest, and the head of her cock was nearly purple from the cinching at the base of it. Ms. Winters grinned, watching her dark stallion tremble. Between her legs, Peep sagged; in her exhaustion, she could only manage to lap tenderly at the older woman's clit. "So, Velvet," she said, "are you giving orders now?" Velvet groaned and shook her head vigorously. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and cheeks. "I can't hear you, Velvet." Velvet groaned emphatically, squeezing her eyes shut. "Speak up now." Velvet whimpered. "It's not my fault I can't hear you, Velvet. You have no one to blame but yourself." Between her legs, Peep's tongue slowed to a stop. The blonde mare's eyelids were heavy, and Ms. Winters turned off the sybian with smile. "You may lie down on the bed, Peep. Velvet and I will join you shortly." Peep nodded slowly, saliva and Ms. Winters own cum thick on her lower lip. With the sybian off completely, Ms. Winters could once again hear the vibrator she'd buried inside of Velvet, and she stifled a satisfied moan. Peep awkwardly dismounted the sybian and wobbled into the bedroom, and the older woman closed the doors behind her. Velvet slumped against her bindings and took heaving breaths as Ms. Winters walked back across the room to her. "You cannot let your enthusiasm get the best of you," she whispered, as she stepped behind the stallion and turned off the vibrator. "The other ponies look up to you, Velvet. You set an example for them." Velvet nodded tiredly as the older woman began loosening the knots around her arms. "As much as I enjoy a bit of shibari, you know I would have preferred to spend the night watching you twist Peep into a frenzy." Velvet nodded again, smiling with her tired eyes. "Velvet is sorry," she said, as the gag fell away. "Velvet was mad at herself for letting Beau trick her." "That's very astute of you," Ms. Winters said, her fingers nimbly unfastening the bindings. "Very astute indeed." Velvet began to twist and stretch each part of her as it was freed. At each step, Ms. Winters groped Velvet's small, bruised breasts, cooing at the reflexive yelps of her stallion. The breast bondage was her favorite part of rope bondage, and Velvet her favorite target despite having the smallest breasts of any of her females. They were just barely larger than golf balls by the time she had them wrapped up to her liking, with Velvet's dark nipples covering almost half of the collected flesh. The entire untying process took several minutes longer than necessary, given Ms. Winters proclivity for dragging things out. When she was finally free, Velvet took a step toward the door before Ms. Winters roughly cleared her throat. "Where do you think you're going?" "Velvet is sorry," Velvet said quickly, the words running into each other; feet together, hands at her waist. She flinched as the older woman slapped her each of her tender breasts, and her knees nearly buckled. "Velvet is sorry!" she wheezed, her face taut with pain. Another, harder slap to each, and Velvet bit into her lip. "Wait there," Ms. Winters said, pointing to the floor at Velvet's feet, as she walked over to the double doors. Peep was curled up at the foot of the bed, already snoring softly. "Good, good." She shut and locked the door. "The workhorse," she said, again pointing. Velvet took a steadying breath as she stepped alongside the workhorse, and the older woman smiled to herself. At the push of a button, a flat screen television rose up out of a false cabinet in front of Velvet. Ms. Winters stepped beside her stallion, watching the pieces come together behind her stallion's black eyes. The TV showed a view of the pasture for several seconds, and Velvet tilted her head. A view of the driveway. A view of the kitchen, and Velvet's eyes widened slightly. A view of the grooming room. A long view of the stables. A view of Peep's stall, and Velvet gasped softly. A view of Velvet's stall. A view of Beau's stall, and Velvet gasped louder. Beau and Belle were curled up together, naked. Ms. Winters bit her lip and grinned, and tapped a button to stay on this camera in particular. Velvet's eyes tightened slightly, and she leaned forward against the workhorse. "Well, this is a delicious development," Ms. Winters said slowly. "Why are you showing this to Velvet?" Her voice was hoarse, and weak. "Are you talking about the cameras, or the incest," Ms. Winters whispered, dragging out the taboo word for effect. Velvet did not answer, merely stared at the twins. Belle was asleep, his arms wrapped around his sister. Beau, however, was still awake, her eyes wide and distant. Ms. Winters shuddered happily and rewound the DVR. She found herself walking over to her chest of drawers. Found herself pulling out her strapon. Found herself grinning wolfishly. Velvet's eyes were glued to the screen as Beau threw Belle back into the wall and kissed him feverishly. "Touch yourself," Ms. Winters whispered in her ear. Velvet winced as she wrapped her fingers around her cock, and her jaw fell open as she watched Beau throw Belle to the ground and straddle him. "Lean forward," Ms. Winters whispered, as she cinched the strapon in place, and Velvet bent herself over the workhorse as Beau mounted her twin brother. Ms. Winters cooed as she plucked out the vibrator, and guided the flat, angled head of her horse dildo into Velvet's dark pucker. Velvet grunted deeply, but her head never wavered from watching Beau ride Belle. The older woman paused, letting Velvet's tight ring adjust to the size again, just as Beau came. "Can...hnnnnnnngh," Velvet groaned, her voice tight with strain. "Can... Velvet watch that again... Miss Winters?" "Oh yes," Ms. Winters whispered, as she reached for the remote. "We can watch it as many times as you want." *** Belle's fingers raked through the bedsheets, his whine circling higher and higher. Ms. Winters bit her lip and looked to the side. A strategically placed mirror gave her a fantastic view of Belle; up on his toes and bent over the edge of the bed. Her hand tight around one of the straps of his leather cinch, dragging the mare on and off of her favorite pink dildo with exquisite slowness. She looked back down and smiled as his ass devoured her, but it was a fleeting smile. The top down perspective was so... crude. The mirror, however, captured the strain and the beauty in the mare's upturned calves. The way his toes curled like claws. The quake in his knees. The pinch around his eyes. It gave her the distance necessary to truly appreciate the whole of the portrait before her. "He's cumming," Velvet said softly. The stallion was curled across the bed just above Belle, wincing slightly as she reached around behind herself to adjust the vibrator. Pushing it deeper, by the twist of her shoulder. Ms. Winters grinned as she took firm hold of Belle. The mare bellowed as she pumped him suddenly, and vigorously, throughout his orgasm. Velvet sighed happily. The steel-haired woman smiled as she stepped back; Belle's gaping hole spasmed amid a full-body tremble. "When you have control of yourself again, Belle, I want you to get Velvet nice and wet for me." Velvet colored slightly as she rolled onto her stomach, using her fine muscle control to push the vibrator up and out. Belle panted tiredly. "I won't be long, so collect yourself quickly." Ms. Winters smiled broadly as she stepped out into the hall, and reached down to her side to unfasten the strapon. Through the kitchen windows, the morning sun played brilliantly across the yard. The dew had not yet been burned away in the spots where the long shadows of trees had hidden it, but like all things, it's time was rapidly approaching an end. She paused at the bottom of the stairs to step out of the harness, as much out of necessity as to enjoy the sound of Peep and Beau through the open heavy wooden door for an extra few seconds. Beau writhed, her back arched high and her small breasts swept out toward her armpits. Despite the bruising to her ribs, she seemed to have regained her capacity for screaming. Peep had set up camp between her thighs, judging by the furroughs in the sawdust. A wonderful tingle rolled up Ms. Winters spine, recalling several of her own lengthy sessions with Peep's tongue. She lamented not having gotten downstairs in time to interrupt Beau's orgasm, but only in passing. Some things were out of her control. Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 05 "Beau," she said, loudly, from the aisle. Both ponies yelped at the intrusion, and Peep's fingers made a soft schlick as she pulled them out of Beau. Ms. Winters drew great satisfaction from their confused stares; she loved keeping them guessing. Both of them climbed to their feet and presented themselves at the edge of the stall. Feet together, hands folded at the waist, although Beau was forgivably slower. "I have a present for you." She carefully studied their faces as she held up the strapon, still sticky and glistening. Peep smiled first, blushing shyness and excitement warring, while Beau tilted her head slightly. When she did smile, though, Beau was decidedly more enthusiastic. Velvet smiled lazily at her when Ms. Winters stepped back into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Belle remained intent on rimming her, laying on his stomach with his arms wrapped around her thighs. The older woman walked over to her desk and smiled as she looked into an opened box she'd received in the mail the day before. "Now," she said, lifting her new strapon out of the box with care, "do I have any volunteers for the maiden voyage?" Velvet cooed as she raised her arm. *** Ms. Winters stood on the shoreline and looked out over the lake with pride. Velvet and Beau were floating on the water, neither near each other nor far apart. Their race earlier in the morning had been shockingly close, with Velvet barely holding off a resurgent Beau. Peep and Belle were in the Tree pose on their mats, arms spread wide with one foot tucked against the thigh of the other. The large green tent was still tucked neatly in it's bag, as the weather was likely to remain clear through the night. "No one's gonna judge you," Peep said, as Ms. Winters walked behind and past them. "It's ok if you wanna spend time with yer sister, and if that leads to more, so what? She's a beautiful girl! It's ok to be attracted to her!" "It's just so weeeeird," Belle said, staring away. "Belle never thought of her that way until... yanno..." "Well yer thinkin of her that way now," Peep said with a chuckle, as she stared at the telling bulge in Belle's tight fitting yoga shorts. Ms. Winters sighed happily as she passed out of earshot of the two, and checked on the campfire. It was going to be a cool spring evening. "Velvet," she called out. Both stallions curled in on themselves, lifting their heads to see. "Come with me to get more firewood." Beau laid back down flat in the water, and Velvet spun to come back to shore. Peep winked at her, and Ms. Winters gave a tight nod back. Velvet dried herself off, donned her heel-less boots, and the two of them set off around the lake. "Velvet is glad you picked her," Velvet said, breaking several minutes of silence as they stumped through the underbrush. "Is that so?" "Velvet and Ms. Winters don't get as much alone time as before." "I suppose that's true," Ms. Winters mused, pausing to inspect a fallen branch and deeming it yet too green to be useful. "Are you not enjoying Belle's company?" "Last night, Velvet told Belle that she loves him," the stallion said, nervously but without stutter. "Oh Velvet, that's wonderful!" her owner cried, beaming. The dark stallion breathed a sigh of relief. "Velvet was worried Ms. Winters would disapprove." "I never lied to you," she said, a sudden seriousness coming over her. "I always said this would be a safe place for you." "And it is," Velvet added hastily. "Velvet just worried you would think she was..." "Divided?" the older woman said, scooping up another hefty branch. Velvet nodded, and averted her eyes. "Tell me; why do you think I brought in Peep?" Velvet frowned in thought. "I've always been curious what you thought of it." "Velvet didn't think about that for a long time," she said slowly. "Not until long after Beau and Belle were here too. Ms. Winters brought Peep here, so Peep was here. The end." "And what do you think now?" the older woman prodded. Velvet was quiet for a while as they walked along, picking up stray twigs for kindling. Ms. Winters merely watched her pony, curiously and patiently. "Now, Velvet thinks..." The steel haired woman raised her eyebrows in anticipation. "...that Miss Winters brought all of them here for herself... but also for each other..." "And," she said, leading the stallion, but Velvet frowned and shook her head. "What are we talking about, Velvet? Expand on the last part." "To... support each other... and to be together?" "The line between task master and confidante is a difficult one to walk, Velvet. Sometimes, there is no path at all without compromising one or the other." Velvet nodded slowly, and Ms. Winters found another thick branch to her liking. She leaned it against a tipped over log and drove her heel through it, dividing it three times until it was able to be carried easily by hand. Velvet found two more that met Ms. Winters approval, and within a minute, both were heading back to the campsite, their arms laden with tinder. God bless Peep. Ms. Winters smiled to herself as they came back toward the camp. She knew what she was seeing long before Velvet did, and Velvet's reaction was exactly as she had predicted; stunned shock. On the shore next to their yoga mats, Peep had mounted Belle and was riding him face to face. Belle was leaned up slightly off the ground, with one of Peep's breasts in his mouth. Peep had her head thrown back, her long blonde hair falling in a wave over her shoulder. Beau, crouched behind and over Peep with her head hovering above Peep's shoulder, seemed to be driving the action. The black harness of Beau's strapon was clearly visible against their otherwise-nude pile of flesh. "Steady, Velvet," Ms. Winters said, carefully watching her stallion's face. "Steady." Velvet's nostrils flared, but she took deep, even breaths, and Ms. Winters began to relax. "Do you understand what's happening here? He thinks Peep is pretty, and he wants to have sex with her. It doesn't change how he feels about you, or what the two of you have." The steel-haired woman slowly put down her bundle of firewood. "It's something Peep wants too, from what I gather." "Velvet is a little surprised Beau is okay with that," Velvet said softly, her eyes still extremely intent. Peep moaned loudly in the distance. "Beau is living vicariously right now," Ms. Winters said, not looking at Peep. "She wants Belle almost as much as you do, and she's almost ready to admit it. She's hiding it by being involved in a separate capacity." Velvet nodded, and turned to regard her owner with a calculating look. "...is that what this camping trip is about?" "Clever girl. The goal is to have all of us engaged, but getting Beau and Belle to interact in front of the rest of us is the lions share." The older woman grinned and checked around behind herself, as if to check for eavesdroppers. When she continued, she did so at a whisper. "I think you know... incest is one of my darkest fantasies, Velvet." Velvet merely blinked. "If Miss Winters would like it," she said, nearly matching the taller woman's hushed tones, "Velvet could call her Mommy sometimes." "Oh you dear girl," she laughed, hugging the small stallion. "It is difficult, sometimes more than others, to keep from admitting I have a favorite." Velvet blushed and leaned her head on her owner's shoulder. After a moment, Ms. Winters backed up, her hands firm on Velvet's shoulders. "Peep's job was to get them started. Beau will be reluctant around either of us, but you less than me. Keep her interested." "But... how?" "I know you'll figure it out," Ms. Winters said with a smile. Velvet furrowed her brow in thought, and then nodded. She took one step toward the camp, and then turned around abruptly. "Velvet is in a better place now. She knows that. Beau and Belle too." Ms. Winters nodded slowly in the pause. "But Miss Winters saved Peep's life. Velvet is very thankful for that, because Peep has been a good friend to her." The older woman nodded again, firmly, and Velvet smiled as she turned. Ms. Winters and Velvet wound their way through the brush. The older woman hung back, circling around the edge of the camp while Velvet loudly dropped her firewood right in the middle of it. All three ponies spun to stare, frozen mid-thrust. Peep was the only one not changing color. Velvet, still naked excepting her boots, strolled past the campfire and stared at each of them in turn. "Beau," she said eventually, crooking a finger at her rival. Beau frowned and stood. Peep gasped lightly as the the pink dildo slipped out of her ass. Her and Belle remained still on the ground as the two race ponies stood face to face. "Velvet won." "So?" Beau said, her eyebrows knitting together. "Miss Winters didn't name a prize, so Velvet is claiming one now. You." Beau's spun to look at Ms. Winters, who was calmly sitting down next to Peep and Beau. The older woman held her arms out in disbelief. "What do you want me to tell you, Beau? She won. Fair is fair." Beau whirled back to stared indignantly at Velvet, who had reached down to the straps of her strapon. "You won't be needing this." Velvet smirked, unlatching the leather. Beau grimaced as the harness slipped down her legs, and Velvet pushed her backwards. Beau's shocked expression did not lessen when Velvet pointed to the ground next to Belle and Peep. "On your back." Beau and Velvet never stopped staring at each other, as Beau laid down and Velvet crawled over her. "What are you doing?" Belle squealed, when Peep began to thrust again. "C'mon sugar," Peep said. "You can't tell Peep that ain't sexy. Just look at 'em!" Ms. Winters rolled onto her side next to Belle, and propped her head up on her palm. "Just watch, Belle." Belle whined again as Peep sat up, grinding her hips into him and curling her upper body like a wave. God bless Peep. Velvet grabbed the backs of Beau's knees and bent them up toward her arms, and every eye in the camp watched as she slowly slid her dick inside of Beau. "Can you feel the tension," Ms. Winters whispered. "Can you feel it between them? God, it's fucking delicious." Beau grunted and looked away as Velvet's hips came to rest against her. The dark stallion widened and planted her knees, and started a slow, slow rhythm. "Look at the hate in her eyes, Belle." Belle groaned and Peep cooed, riding him faster. Velvet and Beau were practically snarling at one another, although Velvet's face had a distinctly happy tint on top of the anger. "Velvet is fucking loving this, but look at Beau's face! She hates this, but not as much as she hates how good it feels." "Fuck you," Beau whimpered, although it was unclear who it was directed at. Velvet groaned loudly, and Beau's glare turned triumphant. Every muscle in Beau's body tightened, and her legs wrapped around Velvet's middle. "Got you," she grunted, but Velvet smirked through her grimace and kept thrusting. "How do you like watching your sister fuck, Belle?" Ms. Winters asked, leaning close to him so that only they and Peep could hear. "She's really pretty," he answered softly. "Belle also likes watching Velvet fuck. It's... it's really... hot." Beau grunted loudly, redoubling her efforts to tighten her core around Velvet, and the latina stallion winced. She did not, however, stop or slow down. After a few minutes, Beau's triumphant glare began to fade as she exhausted herself, and Velvet's thrusting ramped up. "You like watching Velvet sweat, huh?" Belle merely nodded. "Velvet is very beautiful. Your sister is beautiful too, Belle. She's got just the most adorable little cunt." "Mmmmmm, she ain't lyin," Peep drawled , as she watched Beau intently. "But it's not the same for Beau when it comes to you." Velvet pulled a hand up out of the grass, and twisted Beau's nipple ferociously. Beau cried out and flailed defensively, and as her feet unlocked from around Velvet's middle, Velvet spun her over onto her stomach. Velvet was on top of the asian stallion instantly, pushing down on her back and guiding herself up between Beau's legs. "For Beau," Ms. Winters continued, "it's so much more. She's very attracted to you, and much of that is because you're her brother. She loves how wrong it is, and how that makes her feel." Belle flushed, and Peep cooed again. "You are so adooorable," Peep said, tracing a fingernail along his chest. "But you can't cum yet." "What?" Belle cried, as Peep slowed to a halt. She giggled and shook her head. "Just stay hard in there, hun. It feels amaaaaaaazing." She reached her hands up and ran them through the hair on the sides of her head, letting her elbows push breasts together in front of the starstruck mare. "Boys are so much fuuuun," she said, laughing and biting her lip. "Look at her, Belle," Ms. Winters said, pointing at his sister. "She wants it to stop, but not as much as she wants it to keep going. Not as much as she wants it to go harder and faster just so it'll be done. Just to get it over with. She hates how it makes her feel, and she loves how it feels." Velvet reached up, grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of Beau's head, and pulled back hard. Beau arched up off the ground, her face twisted, as Velvet pumped faster, and faster. Faster. Faster. Beau cried out loudly, gritting her teeth, and Velvet threw back her head and cheered. "Winner," Velvet shouted. Beau fell forward, bonelessly, into the grass, her eyelids fluttering in the wake of her climax. "Damn, Belle," Peep whimpered. "Peep didn't know you could get any harder." "Peep loves to have her holes filled," Ms. Winters said with a grin, "but not nearly so much as your sister. You should have seen the looks on their faces when I gave them a strapon." Belle closed one eye and winced, nearly overcome just hearing about it, and Ms. Winters felt an orgasm of her own building. Beau laid flat on the ground, wheezing, until Velvet grabbed her hips and lifted. She barely moved as Velvet pushed her knees underneath her hips to keep her upright. "It's your turn," Ms. Winters purred, and Belle gasped. Peep rolled off to his side, and Belle hesitantly crawled across the grass. Beau was still motionless, although her eyes had regained a hint of their sharpness. Ms. Winters crawled across the ground and laid down next to the tired stallion. She locked eyes with Beau, and kept her focus while her brother moved. Belle whined as he pushed himself inside her with a squelch. "Hello Beau," Ms. Winters said softly. The stallion looked down and away, into the grass, but couldn't hide the embarrassed blushing. "You know that's not Velvet back there anymore, right?" Beau pinched her eyes shut and whined. "Use your words, my little troublemaker." "Yes," she whimpered. "You're not fighting it though. It feels good to have him inside of you, doesn't it?" Beau nodded tightly, and one of her hands disappeared underneath her. "Yes, touch yourself, Beau. It feels good, doesn't it?" "Yeees," she whimpered. "Tell me how good it feels to have your brother inside you," Ms. Winters said, stroking Beau's hair. "It's not fair," she whimpered softly. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that, Beau. How good does it feel?" "Sooo fucking good," she groaned, much louder, amidst the sound of her stroking herself. "Beau," Ms. Winters said, scooting closer and whispering. "Beau, are you going to cum again?" "Yes," she whimpered, her voice tiny and tight. "You're gonna cum with your twin brother pounding you?" Beau could only nod. "He's gonna fill your womb, Beau. Your babymaker." Beau whined piteously, her fingers flying back and forth over her nub. "You love that it's wrong, don't you Beau?" "Yeeaaaaaaa," she moaned. "Fuuuuuuuuck!" She ramped up at the end as she screamed through the beginning of another orgasm. Her face turned beet red, and her toes curled around completely as she filled the valley with her echoes. Ms. Winters waved her hand in the air, slowing Belle down. "Be gentle," she said. "She's going to be sensitive." "Fuck you," Beau whimpered. "Heeeey, heeey," Ms. Winters said, leaning in closer and biting her lip. "It's alright, Beau. It's alright. There's no judgement here." Beau ran her thumb over her nose, collecting an errant tear and smearing it on the grass. "That's the most beautiful part about the Ranch, my dear; the freedom. Out here, we can do whatever we want. We're free from the ridiculous confines of a society that would punish Belle because he likes the way he looks in spandex. Because he likes doing yoga. Like somehow, that would make him less of a man." Ms. Winters put her own face down in the grass, inches away from Beau's, and smiled softly. "A society that would punish you for wanting an intimate, shared moment with your twin. Your twin! You were in the womb together! There is no closer bond, and yet any form of physical love is to be shunned and shamed?" Beau nodded weakly. "There's no judgement here, Beau. Just honest appreciation for your beauty, inside and out." Beau nodded again. Ms. Winters waved her hand in the air, and Belle began to speed up. "Oh, you should see his face, my sweet. All scrunched up and pained. He wants to cum inside you so badly, Beau. He wants it too." Beau's arm slowly slipped out from underneath her, and in jerky motions, slid over her back with her palm up. Her fingers twitched, seeking his, and her hand clamped down tight when he took it. "You two will always be bound together," Ms. Winters said, as Beau opened her eyes. "Oh, you should see his face, Beau!!" Belle began thrusting faster and faster, muttering under his breath. Beau's arm quivered as she pulled him into her, and the older woman shivered as she felt her orgasm nearing. She quickly stripped herself out of her English riding attire, and scooted across the grass to spread her legs to either side of Beau's head. "Now Beau, what do you say?" "Thank you," she whimpered. In the grass next to the twins, Velvet sat down beside Peep. Peep glanced surreptitiously at Velvet's glistening penis, and motioned to it with a slight shrug. Velvet nodded and leaned back, and Peep immediately swallowed her Beau-juice-frosted cock. Velvet gave a satisfied grunt, stroking the blonde's long hair. "Not good enough," Ms. Winters said, as she slid forward. Beau looked up, dreamily staring at the older woman's well manicured pussy, and smiled. "Say it again, Beau." Beau stretched her neck forward and pressed her lips between her owners folds. Behind her, Belle hollered, nearly doubling his thrusts. The meaty slapping of their thighs carried out over the water, and Ms. Winters cooed, feeling her orgasm reaching the tipping point. Beau mumbled incoherently into her lips, and Ms. Winters grinned as she lifted Beau up by the hair. "Say 'Thank you, Mommy'." "Thank you, Mommy," Beau whispered. The older woman pushed her back down over her clit, and howled as she came. Belle cried out with her, depositing his love for his sister deep within her. "Fuck," Velvet whined, watching them. "Peep, have you cum yet?" "MmmmmmmNo," Peep mumbled, pulling all but the head out of her mouth. Velvet grinned and laid down on her side. Peep raised up one of her legs, opening herself to Velvet's tongue. Ms. Winters fell back into the grass, panting while Beau licked her clean. She waved to Belle, and he crawled on all fours through the grass to lay at her side, his head on her breast. She smiled as she stroked his hair, and together they watched Velvet and Peep on their sides. The back of Peep's head bobbed slowly, twisting from side to side to give her tongue access to every drop, but Velvet was furiously single-minded. Her eyes were crazed as she ate out the blonde, unearthing the heady mix of Peep's nectar and Belle's precum with her tireless efforts. Dark Horse: Tales from the Ranch Ch. 05 Peep moaned around the stallion's shaft, and Velvet refocused, shifting her lips to bear down on the mare's clit. Belle cooed as he watched Velvet's fingers spider across the mare's ass, spreading her perfectly fleshy cheeks and exposing her back door. Ms. Winters licked her lips, and reached under Belle's head to cup her breast and offer him her nipple. Belle hesitated only moments before accepting it. The older woman sighed very happily, feeling her flesh harden and extend into his mouth. Belle's tongue was nearly as gifted as his sisters. Peep cried out, and the lines around Velvet's eyes curled into a smile. Her fingers sank deeper into Peep's flank, and the middle finger on her left hand stretched to press on the blonde's puckered hole. Ms. Winters moaned as she watched the first knuckle sink into Peep's ass. Just as Peep's muffled cries began to wind down, the second knuckle disappeared into her, and she squealed again. Louder. Louder. Velvet's eyes closed, and she grinned as she pulled back. As soon as she let go of Peep, the blonde fell flat on her back. "Damn, Velvet," Peep said, panting. "How have you not cum yet? Peep went deep 'n everything." "She came in Belle once last night and once this morning," the stallion said with a grin. "Well... Peep can keep goin' if yer close," the blonde offered, blushing slightly. Velvet nodded enthusiastically, and Peep rolled over onto her hands and knees. As soon as she was positioned above Velvet's cock, Velvet's hands were in her hair. What followed was, from what Ms. Winters could see, and indeterminable mixture of forced facefucking and emphatic deepthroating. Velvet groaned and groaned, and the longer it went on, the more saliva and precum dripped down from Peep's lips and onto Velvet's balls; thick globs of it, giving her sack a milky sheen. Peep never left more than half of Velvet's cock exposed to air, and kept the entire thing warm and wet inside of her mouth as often as possible. The older woman marveled at Peep's incredible mouth. Her throat easily handled Velvet's healthy thickness, and her tongue was the finest at the Ranch. She felt warmth spread through her middle as Peep's emitted a constant hnnghuck, hnnghuck, hnnghuck. Faster and faster, the pair went. Faster and harder. Ms. Winters whimpered as she watched her first two ponies engaging as passionately as they ever had. She'd never been happier for Velvet than she was as Velvet finally climaxed, the stallion pinning Peep's head in place and thrusting fiercely into the air. Without prompting, Beau crawled over Ms. Winters leg, and laid down opposite her brother. The older woman exhaled proudly as the twins suckled from her. She closed her eyes and soaked it in. Peep sleepily crawled across the grass and curled up behind Beau, laying her head on Ms. Winters arm. Velvet remained prone in the grass by herself for several minutes, spread eagle and exhausted, but eventually did the same behind Belle. In her mind, Ms. Winters checked off several boxes that had once seemed unachievable, and let herself just enjoy the moment. *** "Which one is it?" Velvet asked, as she slid out of the black Mercedes. "The one set back from the road there," Ms. Winters said, shutting the door as firmly and quietly as she could manage. Velvet nodded, and together they began to trek through the untamed underbrush. "See that one lone light on back there?" Velvet nodded. There was only one lit window visible anywhere. "That's where we're going." Velvet was a curious study in contrasts. As always, she was nervous and uncomfortable in human clothes away from the Ranch, but she was also anxious and excited to be there. Sometimes, Ms. Winters wondered how much of her first two months at the Ranch Velvet really remembered. Isabella remembered it all; of that she was certain. Once, the older woman had interrogated Peep without Peep realizing what she was getting at, and Peep thought that Velvet remembered everything, but the line between the two personalities could be murky sometimes. Very murky indeed. As they got closer to the house, Ms. Winters slowed to a stop, and they both crouched low next to a large tree. "Are you ready, Velvet?" "Yes," she replied, unwaveringly. "Okay," Ms. Winters said. "Do you know the name Corey Tierney?" Velvet made a low murmur in her throat. "Velvet knows that name, but..." "He's a few years older than you, so the story is slightly before your time. How about Claudette Phelps?" Even in the pitch black of two o'clock in the morning, recognition was visible in Velvet's eyes. "The 7th grade teacher and her 13 year old lover." Velvet turned at stared at the one lit window in the large, dark house. "Both parties claimed they were in love. Mrs. Phelps left her husband and two children behind, pledged herself to a pubescent boy, and went to jail for their illicit liaison. Everyone knows that part of the story. Do you know how it ended, Velvet?" "No," she said, still staring at the window. "Two years into her prison term, Claudette Phelps was diagnosed with a brain tumor in her amygdala. The amygdala is pivotal in decision making and emotional reactions. She insisted, right up to the hour of her surgery, that her affair and relationship with young master Tierney were not a product of her cancer, but, upon waking up..." Ms. Winters slowly shook her head. "Love is a fickle thing, Velvet. We want it to be permanent, and real. Predestined. We want it to be romantic and everything we dreamed it would be as little girls. Sometimes, it is. Sometimes, it's both real and brief. And sometimes, it's merely the result of a malignant growth of cells the host had absolutely no control over. A random chemical interaction for which there is no warning, sign, or cure." She paused for a moment, swallowing and licking her lips. "In the years after her surgery, Mrs. Phelps reconnected with her husband and daughters. They live a quiet, low profile life in the Toronto area." "What about Corey," Velvet asked, still staring. "The world, much like Mrs. Phelps, has forgotten about Corey Tierney. He had inventive, mind-expanding sex, with a beautiful 36 year old woman. Even if his body was ready for it, his mind was not." Velvet nodded quietly, still staring. "Lets go closer." "Is... Velvet doesn't want to second guess Miss-" "Don't worry, Velvet. There are no cameras over here." The older woman beamed as they crept through the fallen branches and dead leaves. "I made a convincing pitch as a door-to-door security system saleswoman. Unfortunately, at that time, Mr. Tierney was not interested in becoming a customer of TR Security Incorporated, but he did allow me supervised access to his home and surroundings for several hours while I... assessed his current security. We had a wonderful chat, as you might imagine." "Velvet can imagine," she snickered. The lone lit window, a merely block of yellowish white light from their spot by the tree, slowly resolved into the room beyond as they closed. "Corey Tierney," Ms. Winters whispered, as they came to a stop several feet outside his window. "The pony that never was. I was going to name him Ghost." Corey sat, reclined in a high-backed office chair, at a desk perpendicular to the window. They could make out the side of his face, lit mostly by the computer monitors before him. The electronic lighting did nothing for his complexion, but his pale, sallow skin looked barely any better during the day. Corey's fingers were a blur on his keyboard, and the monitor on his left was occupied by a word processor. The monitor on the right, however... It was difficult to be sure over the distance, but it looked like hentai. Tentacle hentai, she thought. Ms. Winters smirked. "Ghost was one of two candidates to be our third pony." "The other was Belle?" Ms. Winters nodded. "It's a thirty two minute drive from here to the Ranch. That proximity presented certain... risks. Not prohibitive, mind you. Belle, being from Kentucky, being homeless, presented a much lower threat to bring back to our home." Corey sat up and changed his focus over to the right monitor, and they watched as he loaded, viewed, and closed several dozen pictures and videos, both real and drawn. "How..." Velvet stammered, tilting her head to see better. "How does that woman keep from tipping over?" "Sometimes, Velvet, the fact that the fantasy is impossible makes it just that much more desirable." "It's hard enough running with one as big as Velvet's," the stallion said, frowning. "She can't imagine even walking like that." Ms. Winters smiled and continued. "Aside from proximity, Ghost was a model candidate. For a time, I considered taking both Ghost and Belle, but that was before I realized Belle had a twin sister. That changed everything." Velvet nodded absently, trying to focus on the waves of animated pornography. On the other side of the window, Corey slid lower in his chair, and pulled down on the waistband of his pajamas. "No girlfriends, no relationships, and no sexual contact in years. He was embarrassed when I came on to him, Velvet. Panicked, even." Velvet was enthralled as she watched Corey masturbate to a picture of a woman, sitting down, with her enormous breasts resting on her enormous testicles, fellating herself. "It took some digging, but I eventually found where he posts his writings. Rape. The subjugation of powerful and influential female characters. Forced humiliation. General misogyny. Et cetera. "The motivations of the human mind can be mysterious and inscrutable, but it's not a great leap to suggest that Ghost is angry at women, rather than the one woman who broke his heart." Velvet nodded, and on the other side of the window, Corey frantically grabbed for a sock and jammed it over the end of his penis as he came. He sat panting for several seconds before closing out all of the windows on the right monitor and returning to his writing. "Steady exercise, a healthy diet, and a firm hand could have helped him, Velvet." Velvet nodded slowly, and the older woman put a hand on her shoulder. "Let's go home." Velvet was quiet, saying nothing during the walk or the car ride. *** Ms. Winters stood, one hand planted on the mantle above the fireplace, and sipped her fifth brandy of the night... or was it her sixth? The worry lines, set deep around her eyes, highlighted the strain of the last few days. Stiletto's passing had hit her much harder than she had let on until the small service they'd held. She'd never cried in front of any of the ponies except Velvet, although Velvet had no recollection of that per se. The stallion herself appeared in Ms. Winters' peripheral vision, quietly waiting to be noticed. The older woman curled her lip contemptuously as she drained the snifter. "What is it, Velvet." The dark latina frowned sorrowfully, and took a half step forward. "Velvet just... just wanted to say again that she's sorry she couldn't do more... but Stiletto was in pain." "I know she was," Ms. Winters shouted, hurling her empty glass into the fire. Velvet's frown deepened as she continued. "Velvet also wanted to say again that if there's anything she can do to help Miss Winters, she's happy to do it," she said, fading to a whisper at the end. "Of course you are," Ms. Winters snarled. "I made you that way." "Velvet... no! Velvet really wants to-" "To what? Wants to what? Help me? Console your rapist? Your jailer?" Velvet was dumbstruck, her lips quivering on the verge of affirmations and confirmations that just wouldn't form. "No, she-" "She, she," the older woman aped, morbidly. "God, what have I done to you?" She almost managed to walk smoothly over to the tasteful liquor cabinet. Almost. "Miss Winters, Velvet thinks you might be drunk." "Of course I'm drunk, Velvet. I'm grieving," she said as she grabbed a fresh glass and poured her sixth glass of brandy. Or was it her seventh? "This is what humans do. We grieve." "Velvet is sad," Velvet said, defensively. "She's not a robot." "Velvet," the older woman spat, "is exactly what I tell her to be." Velvet whimpered injuredly. "I almost forgot I gave you that emotion," she added, drearily. "Miss-" "Ooooh God," she said, bracing herself against the cabinet. "Oh god, what have I done..." Ms. Winters half turned and ran her hand down slowly over her face, dragging the cheeks and the lips. Stretching her face. "What did I do to you, Isabella?" "What?" "Ooooh, Isabella," she moaned. "What did I dooo to you?" "P-please don't call her that," Velvet stammered, taking a terrified step back, but Ms. Winters turned and stumbled toward her. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, Isabella!" Velvet took another step backwards, but the older woman reached her first. Ms. Winters cheeks were wet when she grabbed Velvet by the shoulders. "Isabella, I'm-" "Stop," Velvet shouted, trying to wrestle free from the older woman's grasp, but Ms. Winters was bound and determined to hold her stallion. "I'm sorry, Isa-" "No!" "I'm so sorry," she wept. "Miss Winters, plea-" "Snapdragon." Isabella snarled as she planted a foot behind her and shoved the older woman. Elizabeth managed to get one step under her as she reeled, but after that she was falling. Her momentum carried her backwards into the wooden liquor cabinet, and she cried out as she crashed into it. Isabella took two quick steps across the room, grabbed one of the crystal brandy containers from the top of the cabinet, and shattered it against the side of the older woman's head. Elizabeth could barely see at all as her head bounced off the carpeted floor. Isabella was on her in a flash, fingers wrapped tightly around the gray-haired woman's throat. Elizabeth squawked as she tried to breathe, but the fierceness in Isabella's tear-stained eyes was easily matched by the tenacity of her grip. The taller woman's tongue flailed over her lips, and her hands had no strength as she tried to fight off her attacker. "Fuck you," Isabella screamed. "Fuck you!!" Elizabeth's eyes rolled to the nearby end table, but her vision was getting blurrier and blurrier. She stopped trying to defend herself and stretched for the white object sitting just on the edge. Inches away. Mere inches. So close... Her other hand swiped at Isabella's face. *** The girl roared wordlessly as she slammed Elizabeth's head down into the carpet. The old woman stopped reaching for the end table and weakly slapped at her wrists and face, but the girl slammed her down again. And again. and again. The old woman's eyes widened and glazed, no longer meeting her gaze but staring through her forehead. The girl screamed through gritted teeth, driving the back of her head down into the cream-colored carpet over and over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. Somewhere along the way, her screams turned into crying, and when her fingers finally pulled back, quivering, from the still body of her captor, the girl began to sob. Her legs gave out, and she rolled back and off of the corpse. The girl curled herself into a ball, knees tucked tight to her chest. In the back of her mind, the stallion raged and wept as well. Elizabeth's right arm jerked, from the shoulder out to the fingertips, and the girl shrieked. She kicked at the end table, knocking it over and away and well out of reach, but the body was still after that. Pupils focused somewhere beyond the door to the garage. A white envelope, that had been sitting on the edge of the end table, fluttered down onto the carpet between them. The girl had to swipe at her eyes twice to clear her vision enough to see Elizabeth's flowing script, upside down. 'Isabella', it said on the outside. The girl kicked out her foot, planted her heel down on the envelope, and dragged it back to herself. Her fingers were almost completely useless trying to open the unsealed envelope, or at holding the pages of the letter inside still long enough to read. My Dearest Isabella, I'm so proud of you. You will never know how proud I am. Words alone cannot express it, but alas, words are all I have left. I promised myself that, once I thought you were ready and the right circumstances presented themselves, I would do this for you. I hope you will permit me to be proud of myself as well. In all of my life, I had never done anything so hard as taking you away. I kept that struggle away from you for so long because I thought what you needed most was a firm sort of dependability, something your own mother denied you for so long. It was never my intention to fracture your psyche, and for that, I am sorry. Given time, I believe you will resolve with Velvet, and I have done everything in my power to ensure you that time. In my study, you will find a dossier filled with account numbers, usernames, and passwords. I have spent most of the last year preparing these documents to be complete and thorough, in addition to preparing the various accounts and vendors to be ready for you. Isabella Ruiz has been added as a signator, an authorized user, or whatever specific language might be pertinent to every bill, creditor, debtor, and bank I, until now, dealt with. This is a lot to process, so take a moment. The girl did not. I have done everything in my power to prepare the way for you to take over the Ranch. Travel arrangements were made, and any authority investigating the matter will see that I left the country yesterday on my yacht, bound for Barbados. The crew of my yacht has very specific instructions as to their route from there, and rest assured, you do not need to concern yourself with it. For all legal purposes, I am merely away. My husband Richard, whom you had the great misfortune of meeting once (I would apologize again for his roaming hands, but that incident feels trite in retrospect), will not be a problem for you either. Richard is also 'on an extended yachting trip', and will not be returning. Eventually, my 'trip' will stop leaving a trail, and I will be declared dead. When this occurs, my will, of which there is a copy in the study, has you listed as my sole heir. If you wish it, you can request the copy my attorney has on file (his contact info is also in the study), but they are identical. The Ranch is yours, in name and in deed. But why? Get on with it, Elizabeth! Stop lecturing! This end, and this is truly an end if not the end, was my goal from the start. To help you become more. During our time together at Blue Skies, I saw what you could do with a horse, instinctively, and I was in awe. Given different circumstances, you could have had a promising career as a doctor, or (given your preference toward animals over other people) a veterinarian, but I knew there was no road between where you were and that goal. No way for you to get out from under the shadow of your mother while she was competent enough to control you, and deranged enough to drag you down with her. You would have been burdened with a lifetime of care for a vindictive, bitter, and ungrateful shell of a human whose only tie to you is that you entered this world through her uterus. The legal system would not have been your friend. I could not have easily mentored you, or supported you without years of bitter legal battles. There was no way I could find to put you in a position to shine the way I knew you to be capable of. No legal way, anyway. I chose the hard road, and I chose it for both of us. For that, I am also sorry.