PP: 'Back to the stables.' pt 6
Quick story re-cap for those that may need the refresh on some of the characters.
Master Jack: having brought Tommy along the 27 year old was now a trans-girl named ‘Sharon’.
The two were headed to the Horse farm of his friend Hank Stacich known by many as ‘Hanker’
Hank Stacich …drug deal gone bad sent him to prison for a moderate stint…now out and wealthy among other things he was the owner of a 200 acre stretch of land and a tavern called the Wayback Inn.
‘Hanker’ had a working horse farm …and a collection of two legged equines commonly found with those that partake in ‘Pony Play’.
Jasper and Bo—former cell-mates work for Hanker at the horse farm….That had both alpha studs…and two legged female equines turned mare breeding delights for the alpha studs.
Zeke Smith--the former partner of Hank had set him up to be busted by DEA and went into hiding. Found 7 years later living like a hermit he’d been brought back to the horse farm…and now answers to the name ‘Thunderfoot’…a two-legged equine creature being trained to be an alpha stud.
Beverly--- Mistress Beverly…friend of Evelyn a neighbor she learned was a Female Dominant known as Mistress Evelyn. The two had met at Hanker’s restaurant tavern the WayBack Inn.
Beverly turned her abusive cheating husband into a BDSM sub…then a Trans girl named ‘Cecelia’.
… on their way to the horse farm with a new life awaiting ‘Cecelia’ she called her little Red Corvette’ …who was being taken as Prince’s song declared to where ‘the other ponies ran free’.
Mistress Evelyn mentored her friend Beverly until like her she was a true female supremacist and could be accurately called Mistress.
a passion for Pony Play…Back to the stables. Part 6
Bright and sunny a crisp light breeze had it being one of those days that made someone feel good to be alive.
Hanker leaned on the wooden rail of the round training area paddock outside lifting his nose he enjoyed smelling the fresh air tinged with the aroma found on a working horse farm. He stared at the former partner and liked what he had made of the two-legged creature he now called Thunderfoot.
Like any one consistently being put through their paces with months of working out ‘Thunder’s’ body had shown the changes. Above the muscled yet thin waist his chest had taken on size despite his arms no longer being of any use. Held back in a binder atrophy set. Below his waist his thighs had been targeted with muscle-building steroids giving them an abnormally increased shape that proved useful for pulling buggy’s and carriages.
Quartered in the stables like the other male studs he’d adjusted to the rubber mouth-bit and headgear. Only being led by a lead line of a leash much of the time trained to obey and respond the equine felt lost if not given direction by its masters.
What had improved since his first few days was the understanding of trained ‘Caveletti’ discipline jumps along with canter striding and those more consistent strides needed to produce smooth ridden buggy rides.
Seeing Jaspar and Bo work pleased Hanker viewing it as a craft he knew each now had a very particular set of skills.
“Looking good Jasper…..nice even canter stride ….I see it’s learning to adjust to conditions. It did the short six and easily shifted to the forward five. It can be forgiven going around the placing pole, it will give you something to work towards in the next phase of its training.”
Being as it is it no longer bothered Thunderfoot to be called ‘it’.
“Yea…sure is boss….we need to develop its approach…I yell out the count louder next time so it arrives without drifting at the fence.”
Jasper let his hand comfort the two-legged beast of a former adult male. Rubbing his naked rump the trainer spoke.
“There Thunder …good boy good boy….yes you like pleasing your masters.”
A brief snort was followed by a series of neighs leaving its tongue hanging out the side of the mouth. It hadn’t spoken words in months. Vast pieces of information and knowledge that had once been taken for granted and valued had drifted away to a level of understanding that it now just respond to simple instruction.
“Alright time for my buggy ride…hook ‘em up Jasp. I’ll work him hard out there especially on the ‘hotspurs turn’ halfway up the hill….leave it tied by the fence near the paddock and have him attached to the buggy hold’s. I need to wait….Mistress Beverly is coming by to see the progress of her old husband.”
Jasper led Thunderfoot near the open gate yet the blinders prevented him from seeing Master Hanker. Dropping the lead line thunder showed its acquired discipline by not moving forward.
Above an asphalt base of the training corral lay a unique combination of finely mashed sawdust, sand, soil and crusher dust providing a softer surface for traction for hoofs.
'It' lifted hits leg letting the hoof sweep away some of the mixture kicking up dust as high as its ankle before wiggling its rump to have its tail sway back and forth a few times. It had grown so used to feeling the length of hair hit on the back of its muscled thighs.
“Yea Boss I missed that last part what did you say?”
“Mistress Beverly and her friends are coming by to see the progress of her former husband.”
Having seen many an adult male transformed Jasper snickered out.
“Not much of a husband these days.”
“Wasn’t much back in the days before here either guy….you know I hate males that abuse their women. The son of a bitch used to give her a Louisville slugger when he was drunk back when she was just a timid wife.”
“What’s a Louisville slugger?”
“Guy takes his dick out after fucking her from behind and then he smacks her face with it.’
Hanker paused as though remembering his past.
“Didn’t care for abuse back in the joint either yet couldn’t do much about it. Never forget every two-legged equine stud or mare we own has in some way done something that has earned their place here.”
“How ’bout Ms. Beverly’s ‘little red corvette …Cinnamon Cecelia? …now that they’re seeing more of her those alpha studs have taken a liking to her…that boob job makes her stand out….is it going to be bred soon?
“I expect so Jasper… getting pretty fertile…its why I had Mistress Beverly come by…nothing like seeing a virgin mare being deflowered by an alpha stud to leave a sense of payback fresh in her mind.”
“You think the other feminine equines will welcome Cinnamon into their hen fest they have when together….I mean after she’s been freshly bred with an alpha’s seed.”
“Sure will…it’s become kind of a feminine ritual of acceptance…having all been there before themselves they’ll take to lickin’ her all over. You watch the older ones know to go for the slit between the rump cheeks …that’s where the warm cream slips out. To them it is a delicacy.”
Hanker let of out of brief laugh and said his next words half-kiddingly.
“Watch out for Mistress Kendra…in fact all three women…they have learned the art of capturing a male’s consciousness…they can train the most obstinate male into a delightfully submissive obedient slave….they do enjoy those that they transform into transgurls…..you want to be a t-girl Jasper…have a nice pair of tits on your chest?”
Shaking his body Jasper shivered on the thought.
“Must be a kind of a women rule…. the future is female thing huh boss?”
Hanker looked at his lover who’d come onto the deck outside the kitchen he’d been grateful Master Jack had helped convince ‘Sharon’ a life as a well taken care of ‘kept woman’ awaited the t-girl if she chose to stay with Hank.
Delightfully thin yet full breasted Sharon shook her pretty butt barely covered in her daisy duke shorts while watering the flower bed. Wearing a red and white checkerboard blouse tied in a knot at the mid-drift the young 27 year-old t-girl had taken to life as a domesticated farm-girl of a wife.
“Yea I guess so Jasp…it’s as old as time itself their ego’s aren’t much different than males…..Money, sex or power lessin’ one being some kind of saint most all humans are thinking about them near all of the time…..let’s get those buggies hooked up…I think we’ll have them race instead of me putting Thunderfoot through his paces behind a buggy.”
“Winner gets to deflower Cinnamon Cece?”
“Sure why not…always want to reward our top alpha studs….it never fails to motivate them to be the top of the pecking order. We always want them to be proud enough to fight for being the best.”
Hanker walked over to give a kiss to his wife Sharon. Pulling back after the exchange of loving emotion Sharon undid the knot giving a brief show off of her naked c-cups before tying it back up. It was one of the things Hank liked about his t-girl wife she was cheeky enough to give a tease yet respectful of his power never to push it too far.
The t-girl threw her arms around his thick neck letting her hand roam along his massive chest as she spoke
“Oh daddy…it felt so good to have you inside me this morning…did I please you?….I just love feeling your cock when its angry….it gets so thick and slippery.”
The comment had Hanker briefly remembering the morning tryst there was something about seeing a small dick on a transgurl bounce when being fucked that he’d grown to like in prison and still enjoyed.
“Yea you did babe…be a good wife…better check on that food I want a nice lunch for me and these women when they arrive. Plan on serving after the tour and their buggy ride.”
No different than any male seeing the pair of naked breasts behind the semi-sheer blouse Hank took the liberty to cop a quick feel and squeeze.
“Be a good girl and run along.”
The slap on Sharon’s ass made the t-girl give a slight jump up before she smiled turned and took to following the order.
The BMW 700 series convertible left a trail of dust behind that could be seen from the distance. Another five minutes had Evelyn, Kendra and Beverly pulling up the crushed gravel road leading to the home.
The walk around the open space felt nice after the two hour drive.
“Lets give you all a look…we keep them separate from the alpha studs quarters …don’t take this the wrong way yet all that estrogen with these transformed feminine equines seems to keep them feeling real girly…can’t have the male alpha’s seeing them too much or they won’t perform up to their capabilities.”
The seasoned Dominatrix Mistress Kendra replied.
“Yes the carrot and the stick…motivate to seek reward for the male creature. I do much the same with my collection of slaves and those that I transform in to t-girls. Once I get 3 or 4 t-girls-to be confined in puppy cages in the same room their female Hormonal levels spike… physiologically it’s as though seeing others like them they start producing more of their own estrogen and take to cycling together.”
Mistress Evelyn commented
“No genetic female equines I see Hanker.”
“No, other more traditional Pony Play enthusiasts do have many genetic females…for them it’s a typical dominant male-female submissive power thing….me …I like seeing males with bad behavior being given reason to turn them into t-girl equines. It really freaks them out when they learn they will be transformed femme. Once captured they come here bound yet still all high and mighty. To me we all have just genitals..we live in shells that change yet to most males they fear the feminine...ain't that right Mistress Kendra? anyway....”
“...Saw the same in my prison stint…big shit of a hot shot on the outside yet in the pen they learn that doesn’t mean jack living in the box sleeping on steel. They get stripped of their normal prison wear and are put in clothing that tags them as fags for the cell-block heads. Rolled up shorts showing off upper-thighs…tight tops….wearing lippy and rouge made from matchbooks sticks a weight-lifters belt gets wrapped tight around their waist making it look like a women’s.”
“…if it’s just long enough or longer their hair is put in pig-tails. Nothing freaks a former corporate business guy or some hoodlum out quite like being completely denuded of hair to make him fall in line and get turned out…on the outside that means turned gay.....or in there turned blow-job queens. They become a hustle source of revenue …turning tricks or getting goods and services bartered in return for the Bj’s or whatever.”
“Once we heard your story we all felt bad you got set up Hank.”
“That’s life in the big city as they say…at least the Feds never figured out I had the dough hidden. I learned never bring money to a drug deal always have it some place else.”
“ I discovered a lot about finance and investment inside once I turned ‘programmer’ going to classes to learn and improve. I was a ‘Wood’. That’s short for peckerwood….means I was willing to fight to avoid being raped or robbed. I never wanted to get the teardrop tat.’
“What’s that?”
“Someone has a teardrop tattoo it’s humiliating…it was forced on them means they were raped maybe even became someone else’s property to be sold or traded.”
“Had me a corporate banker first timer ‘fish’ as a cellmate that I kept protected. He taught me the ins and outs of making honest money if you can call it that...while I kept him from getting shagged or becoming a lemon squeezer or June bug slave.”
“ Took my hidden money made a ton in real estate a few years after the collapse when you could pick up low priced houses…It was just a matter of time before they once more became valuable. Bought this horse farm cheap too….and the WayBack Inn tavern …so all things considered for five years of my life I’m now pretty well off.”
The three women took note of how clean the inside stable area was a soft 'winnie' murmur could be heard coming from a near by single stall. Hanker sensed their approval.
“You have to stay ahead of the mildew and residue build up that’s why they are kept near spotless….hot water dish detergent…what do you women say rinse and repeat?...Kendra thanks for the hypno-files. I use them on the female equines. Makes them more docile and obedient especially in the beginning. It’s a challenge for them…they all resist when they start off yet soon enough the mind gives up and caves in to the words they’re hearing.”
“Beverly look…what a gorgeous creature…there’s your husband….I mean ya’ know….what’s her name Hank?”
A point of pride Hank smiled knowing how beautiful a feminine equine he’d made out of the former husband first turned t-girl Cecelia.”
“Beverly’s little red corvette?…she responds to the name Cinnamon Cecelia or just Cinnamon Cece….or even Cinnamon or Cece. Gave her big boobs, the alpha studs love that look.”
He looked at Beverly.
“A word of caution it’s possible she may not recognize you at all…part of the process….they learn to act like horses quite often their minds turn to mush things they used to know have long since been forgotten. Simple minds respond to simple orders… a brain fog descends…..she is about to discover she has been made attractive in order to be a breeding mare.”
The group moved in front of Cece but Hank pulled Beverly’s arm back a touch to whisper.
“At first it may be shocking Bev…lose any remorse quickly…let’s remember briefly the things he used to do…the beatings the forced sex making your life miserable just for the hell of it ‘cuz’ he was drunk or what not. Hell he didn’t even give you a decent ‘pity’ fuck when you needed one. Think of it this way you took him only so far on HRT…..now it’s a post-op.”
“Ok I needed to hear that Hanker…thanks.”
She gently kissed his cheek before commenting.
“Just got on board the Guilt-free train.’
Kendra stepped up and held the reins giving a gentle touch so often the Dominatrix used some of the same words to comfort a new slave she was training into total submission.’
“There baby very nice yessss…good girl such a pretty equine.”
The lengthy treatment of HRT was showing its effects, the face thinned out in an attractively feminine way had been colored with permanent tattoo’s. Lips a deep red, eyebrows removed replaced by dark black ink gave a high arch on both locations tapering into thin lines at their end near the eye’s.
A rouged look on each cheek went well with the blended eye-shadowing shading. Like the male equines baldness along the sides of the head had a long mane of straight hair colored a bright red reaching half way down Cinnamon's back. A 6" Braid lifting it out away from the rump the 3' long tail matched the hair color and was kept in place attached by an inserted anal plug.
The 4” horse-ears seemed to be fused on to her own.
A soft feminine voice sounded out behind the rubber mouth-bit held in place by the straps of the bridle. Opening its mouth to make the sound Beverly saw the absence of teeth.
“Nayyy, naaayyy."
This time it was Beverly that stepped forward. Tilting her head slightly she saw the withered look of the arms held back in the binders. Her eyes were pulled to see the large shapely d-cup breasts done with augmentation.
Crowned with large areolas and a pair of ¾ inch nipples ‘Cinnamon’ gave off a shake. The breasts jiggled out while the leather straps criss-crossing the beasts upper-body held in place.
“Yes little red cinnamon girl….made to make alpha’s contented.’
Time had produced shapely hips that lowered into thin nice looking legs made so from permanently having its heels lifted. In back Beverly let her hand roam over the full-rounded butt. Moving she saw the feminine boot.
“Those hoofs…they’re metal …..on the bottom horse shoes?”
“Yup the real thing…horse shoes….over time the sound becomes hypnotic to them, they like hearing because it means they are moving and not kept tethered and stalled.”
Evelyn lifted the lead line just to see the female equine have to move her head as she did it.
“I know some wives who’d like their husbands to be fitted with these…”
She realized what she had said.
“I mean besides yours here Beverly.’
Cinnamon showed no reaction at hearing the words confirming Hankers observation.
Beverly stared into the eyes of ‘Cinnamon Cececlia’ her hand lowered to the pair of lips.
“What a lovely vagina.”
The male alpha studs had their penises locked in metal chastity pieces and sheathed in a leather pouch. Not so with feminine equine as greater care was needed their acquired vaginas were kept uncovered to have access to fresh air such as it is.
“Naaaay, naaaaaay naaaaay’
Kendra grinned
“Oh how nice the lovely beast enjoys the touch to her lips…why she has a clit too….what wonderful things they are doing with the health science’s these days.”
“She’ll be put in dressage to fancy her look up…I have picked out a special 8” red and white feathered Ostrich bridle plume Browband and Heraldry with a Fleur de Lis emblem for her headwear….some thing festive.”
Mistress Evelyn looked at Mistress Kendra before they both looked at Mistress Beverly.
Kendra spoke
“Well you’ll never have to worry about where your former husband is.”
Evelyn added.
“His days of chasing pussy are officially over…I guess we’ll see how he likes being the helpless prey now.”
Hanker smiled
“You do the honors Beverly…we’ll show the male equines why they are trying to win the buggy race and what the prize is…..They’ll know the winner gets to deflower Cinnamon Cece…outside walk her by them...then…”
He swatted the feminine equines rear end with his bare hand. Hard and fast as it hit it brought a slightly discomforting neighing to come out.
“...Back to the stables.”
End of part 6...
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a passion for pony play pt 6
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