Taming Their Pet

by Sara Fields

  The other ponies tossed their hair as though it was a mane and stomped their feet, their horseshoes clicking loud against the floor of the barn. They looked strong, confident, and proud. Upon studying them further, she also saw that they were smiling against the bits in their mouths. They were happy. They were excited. They weren’t ashamed as she felt at that moment. She stared at them as Noah unlaced her wrists, freeing her, and forcing her to balance on her own set of hoof boots.

  For a moment, she was grateful to Noah to teaching her how to walk with the hooves and boldly tried a few steps of her own without the help of the poles to balance her. A bit shaky at first, she quickly recovered and a sliver of excitement began to smolder inside her.

  What was going to happen next?

  Noah affixed a leash to her own collar and walked slowly with her over to the pack of pony girls. They welcomed her with gleeful neighs, while petting her hair and gently touching her skin.

  “Look at all the pretty ponies we have here, all excited to go out for a run,” Noah murmured and one blonde-haired pony nuzzled her head against his shoulder. He smiled slightly and clapped a hand solidly to her bottom.

  Isabella watched as the woman shuddered with pleasure and offered her bottom to him again. He quickly grasped her around the waist and bent her over his knee, before giving her a quick solid spanking that turned her pale bottom cheeks red in a matter of moments.

  “Behave, pony, else it’ll be the wooden paddle for you next,” he warned and she moaned into her bridle as she rocked her hips back and forth.

  “Such a spirited pony,” Zack chuckled.

  “This one just needs a firm hand,” Noah replied as he righted the woman in his arms. Isabella couldn’t help but notice the massive grin on her face as she shimmied away back to join the rest of the herd.

  With the bridle in her mouth and her ability to speak taken away, Isabella stomped a foot in frustration and swayed her hips. She should be ashamed to be treated like an animal and these women should be too. Instead, they were joyful, exuberant, and most important, they accepted their position as their masters’ pets. It was all so confusing.

  She yearned to feel that freedom too, but she wasn’t ready.

  A crack of the whip sounded and she jumped, realizing it was Zack. Noah unclipped the leashes from all of the other ponies except for her. Instead, he took it and handed it to his brother, leaving her in his control. She nervously watched as Noah hung all the leather straps among the other sets of tacks. When he returned, he swung up onto the stallion in one strong, sure, fluid movement. He clicked his tongue and the horse stepped forward, obeying his command without question.

  The pony girls all neighed with excitement, rushing to take the head of the line. Noah and Zack maneuvered their horses so that she was between them. Zack reached down and clipped a second leash to her collar and handed it to Noah.

  Now, she was under the complete control of the two of them and there was nothing she could do about it. She whimpered in anticipation of whatever was about to happen.

  “Let’s get moving. It’s a beautiful day to take the ponies for a ride,” Noah said and all at once, everything started moving forward, including herself.

  Caught up in the intoxicating energy of it all, Isabella lifted her feet and began to run, just like all the ponies in front of her. As they emerged out into the sunlight, something cracked against both sides of her bottom. Tossing her head, she saw that both men held long crops and she yelped as they spanked her again.

  Her bottom stung as they urged her forward along a dirt path that led away from the back of the barn into the sunny landscape. The further away from the barn they went, the faster they seemed to go. Leashed on either side, with nowhere to run, she began to panic and lost track of her feet and stumbled. The leashes tightened to either side and her men lifted her just enough so that she could catch her stride once again.

  She heard Noah’s tongue click.

  “She’s not ready. She needs to be in the right mindset to go for a run with the other ponies,” he said softly as the group came to a stop. Zack nodded his head and swung down from his horse. Quickly, he grasped her waist and tossed her over Noah’s lap, face down and bottom in the air.

  Her stomach pressed against Noah’s thighs and she realized the precariousness of her situation. Staring down at the ground with her ass high in the air, she whined out loud. Her bottom was bare and entirely vulnerable and she started when Noah laid his massive, rough palm against her sensitive flesh. Zack tugged at her tail and moved it out of the way, taking away any semblance of coverage she might have gained from it. Wriggling to try to escape, she called out for help from the other women but they didn’t dare move toward her.

  She saw the other ponies’ sympathetic faces and subdued excitement. Some of them moved to sit on the side of the path, watching what was about to happen like it was part of an everyday occurrence.

  Noah’s left hand cradled around her hip, pressing her to him as his right palm cracked down on her ass with vigor. He said nothing, simply paddling her bottom much more harshly than before. She squirmed and kicked and tried to get away but to no avail.

  This was so unfair. She’d done nothing wrong and didn’t deserve a spanking. She didn’t need to be punished like a bad little girl. She felt a pair of hands grab her ankles and she knew it was Zack’s doing, to prevent her from kicking. Noah tipped her forward a bit more, leaving her feeling as though she was going to fall head first to the ground, but he held her tight to him.

  Her bottom and legs stretched out, she yelped as Noah spanked her entire bottom, from the tops of her cheeks to mid-thigh. No matter what she did, his palm met its mark every single time.

  “Settle, pony girl. Give in. Accept that you must give in. Accept that you are simply a pet and we are your masters,” he said softly so that only she could hear. “When you do that, you’ll be free. You’ll learn to thrive in that freedom.”

  The spanks still came and she felt helpless. It hurt and despite the pain, her pussy throbbed around the phallus pressed inside her. Every smack drove home the plug in her bottom, making her feel especially vulnerable and embarrassed and aroused all at once.

  At once, tears sprang forth and she struggled as something inside her body snapped and came to life. All of a sudden, her limbs relaxed and she lay over his lap, not feeling the need to fight him any longer. Instead, the surge of tears and emotion allowed her to let it all go, to be free. It almost felt as though she was floating. Every inch of her skin tingled with it.

  She was a human pet. Noah and Zack owned her and would do with her what they saw fit. They could consider her a pony or a kitten or whatever they wanted and she would have no say, but that fact was okay. She was their pet. She was theirs.

  Once she let go of her need to control everything, that sense of freedom that Noah had mentioned came over her. She now understood.

  Her bottom burning, she hardly noticed that the spanking had ended. Instead, Noah gathered her up in his arms and held her tight, running a hand over her hair and down her neck. He patted her softly, with a gentle smile on his lips.

  She nuzzled his shoulder, thanking him in the only way she could.

  “Ready, pony girl?” he asked, his eyes searching deep in her own and she nodded.

  Zack helped her down and back onto her feet. She swayed a little and he caught her.

  “Steady, girl. We’ll run when you’re ready,” he whispered softly, holding her shoulders nice and tight as she gained her balance once again.

  She focused on her breathing and his voice and the burning of her bottom and allowed it to take over her entire being. Closing her eyes, she sighed and moaned around the bridle in her mouth. She stamped her feet and the other ponies moved to gather around her. Their hands went everywhere, massaging her bottom, tweaking the chains attached to her nipples, and pressing against the long tail plugged between her cheeks. Moaning, her hips rocked forward and backward, the t
extured surface of the rawhide strap dragging across her engorged clit.

  The movements of her hips stirred the dildo that filled her and she groaned at the feeling of it. The ponies around her neighed in excitement as the hands touching her grew more frantic. Caught up in the wild animalistic delight, she grunted with her arousal and someone reached forward and grasped the clamps on her nipples.

  Harshly, that person ripped them away and her eyes flew open to see Zack looking gleefully down at her as the pain rocked her system, intermingling with pleasure so intense that her release shattered her completely. A sense of euphoria enveloped her as every single nerve sizzled with ecstasy.

  White-hot fiery passion burned through her and she screamed her lust into the bridle. Many hands reached out to support her, holding her steady as she trembled with her orgasm. Her muscles warm and weakened, she let them hold her. When she was ready, her eyes fluttered open to see both Zack and Noah atop their horses once again. Blushing, she looked around to see the pony girls beside her, nuzzling and petting her in a manner that comforted her to the core.

  She was a part of the herd. Tossing her head, she neighed with pleasure and the rest of the women jumped up and down with glee. They stomped their feet and swayed their hips, tails swinging behind them and Isabella smiled for the first time. She danced with them, a pony in her own right.

  “Ready to run, ponies?” Noah urged.

  The chorus that rose with elation and anticipation made the answer very clear. The men made clicking sounds under their breath and all of them surged forward.

  Free of control and free to enjoy herself, Isabella ran with the other ponies in stride. Amidst everything that just occurred, Zack must have removed the leashes attached to her collar, allowing her to be with the herd and fully experience life as their pony pet.

  She ran, her muscles warm and achy from the strain of running, but she didn’t care in the slightest. The leather strands braided into her hair smacked at her back and her breasts and she moaned every time one of them landed on her sore nipples. The gentle stingy flogging kept her in what felt like a floaty state of mind as she languished in the infectious energy around her. Occasionally, she would hear the snap of the crop against a pony, along with male voices directing her to lift her legs higher or thrust her breasts out farther.

  Isabella did her best to keep her form proud and beautiful and when the crop found her own very sore backside, she yelped but relished the sting and allowed it to urge her to keep going. With a toss of her mane, she rushed forward, faster with her pony mates.

  Before long, she fell into an easy pace, enjoying the feeling of the great outdoors, of the sun on her face and the dirt beneath her hooves. Euphoria enveloped her and when they set their sights back on the barn, she felt a tiny sense of disappointment at the experience ending. She felt wild, glorious, and free amongst the other ponies and their owners.

  Upon their return, some of the others were directed into the side field and led to a giant water trough. Noah focused on her first, making sure she was well hydrated and taken care of. He quickly divested her of most of her tack, except her bridle, hooves, and tail. Taking a warm wet cloth, he cleansed her of sweat and dirt and she melted into his arms. His gentleness warmed her heart and she reluctantly admitted to herself that she was starting to like him, even if he had seemed rather harsh when she had first met him.

  He laid her over a blanket on a bale of hay and she simply obeyed, allowing him to massage her sore overworked muscles with more oil. Then, he hand-fed her a few sweet pastries that made her mouth water with every bite. Her energy reemerging, she lifted her head and moaned her pleasure. Picking her back up, he had her sit while he brushed her hair free of tangles, her locks smoothing and softening under his touch.

  “You were a very good pony today, pet. I’m proud of you,” he said softly and she smiled with pride around the bridle still between her teeth.

  “Come, I’ll put you out with the other ponies for a little while. Enjoy yourself and be a good girl,” he murmured and she nuzzled against his chest, almost regretting the fact that she had to leave him, at least for a little while.

  He unclipped her bridle, allowing her to have control of her mouth once again. She worked her jaw a little since it was a bit stiff from wearing her bridle all day.

  “Head to the pasture now, sweet pet. I’ll come fetch you in a little while,” he directed and she nodded. She pressed her lips to his cheek in a chaste thankful kiss before trotting off to join the other ponies. As she was exiting the barn, she looked back one last time to see him smile in her direction. As he met her eyes, he quickly turned away, hiding his expression from her view, leaving her in a state of wonder about what his intentions were.

  Trying not to dwell on what his true feelings were, she emerged back into the sunlight, fully naked except for her tail and boots. Zack was working with some of the other ponies and smiled at her arrival. The rest of the women had also been divested the majority of their gear and were outfitted exactly as she was, completely bare adorned with simply a tail and hooves.

  She stood there shyly for a moment at the entrance to the field, before a few noticed her and trotted over as fast as they could. Blushing, she looked at the ground as they approached.

  “You were gorgeous! I wish I took so well to being a pony when I first came here, just like you did!” one said.

  “Right? Would have saved my backside a world of hurt from Master Noah’s hand,” another chimed in.

  “Really?” Isabella ventured, finally daring to lift her eyes.

  “Oh, yes. You should have seen yourself. You’re going to be a prized pony. Show worthy. Bet you’ll win first prize at the World Cup by next year!” a pretty blonde girl said.

  “What’s the World Cup?” Isabella asked. All the women reached out to touch her.

  “It’s a place where the most well-trained pets get to perform for the world as their pony selves. We all hope to one day be chosen for such an honor,” a redhead replied excitedly.

  The women all excitedly ran their hands over her body, tweaking her nipples and squeezing her backside, even exploring the naked folds of her pussy.

  “You’ve got amazing muscle tone. The makings of a thoroughbred. You’ll be chosen for sure,” the blonde one said with clear admiration.

  “Ladies, let’s enjoy the outdoors and not overwhelm the new pony,” Zack scolded and the girls looked back at her sheepishly before cantering swiftly away.

  Zack crooked his finger at her and she ran over, careful to keep her knees high and her back arched. Her breasts bounced a little without the support of the harness, but she felt sexy as he appraised her with obvious veneration.

  “Look at you,” he mused. “You look alive after all that. Glowing. Bright. Satisfied. Beautiful. You were breathtaking, you know that?” he whispered loud enough for her to hear.

  Feeling subdued and a little embarrassed, she made her way over to him as he urged her to approach him with another crook of his finger.

  “Not used to receiving praise, huh, sweet pony girl,” he said softly.

  “It’s almost like you know exactly what I’m thinking, when I’m thinking it,” she replied quietly, demurely looking at the ground as she swayed back and forth. Her tail swished and it reminded her of the plug weighing down her tight bottom hole.

  Zack simply smiled, expression cool and mysterious and he reached for her, enfolding her in his strong arms, her back to his big strong sculpted chest.

  “You see them all? We own them all, yet they are free. They’ve discovered themselves as true ponies. Every single one of them will be sold to the man we consider that will care for her as though she is a treasure. That’s what a pet means to us. Someone to be kept, cared for, and loved,” he explained, his voice tender and understanding.

  After the exertion of the day, she bit her lip and looked down at the ground.

  “Did you enjoy yourself, pet?” he pressed further, as hi
s fingertips grazed across the tops of her shoulders. “Did you allow yourself to give in? To submit to the pleasures of a pony run? To feel your hooves hit the ground with every stomp, to toss your mane with pride, and to ride your harness as a good pony should?”

  His words caused her to shiver and she couldn’t help but moan softly with arousal. Every single word he said had been true. She reveled in the wild untamed nature of her fellow ponies and luxuriated in the slap of the crop against her bare flesh. She watched the other women, happily frolicking throughout the meadow and shivered.

  Could she be like that? Could she be a man’s pony, forever?

  She knew the answer. She hadn’t even needed to ask herself really. Without a doubt, she would enjoy life as a pony if her masters declared it so. She looked up at the blue sky, clouds curling up high above her.

  Her masters. She could taste the words on her tongue and yet, they didn’t feel wrong.

  He squeezed her ever tighter, petting the loose hair atop her head gently.

  “I want you to rest. There’s a blanket on the ground here. I’m going to tend to a few other pony girls that need to be cleaned and brushed out, but I won’t be far. Call out for me if you need anything,” he whispered into her ear.

  “Yes, Master Zack,” she replied.

  He carefully laid her on a soft gray blanket on the grass. It didn’t take her long to curl up and fall fast asleep, his lingering touch a gentle hug on her tender skin.

  Chapter Seven

  She’d been breathtaking. Fucking glorious. Like nothing he’d even seen. Noah ran his hand through his hair and adjusted himself away from her prying, inquisitive eyes after she’d turned the corner. He remembered the trusting look of her eyes, her feelings racing through his fingertips as he read her. She’d taken to being a pony with very little motivation, a simple hand spanking at best.

  Every other pet he’d trained for the role had taken weeks, months even to give in and submit so beautifully to his command. But not her. She’d submitted like she was made for it. He had little hope when they first began, when she panicked under the reins, tripped and lost her balance so that they had to use the leathers to catch her and haul her back to her feet. But after a show of his dominance, she’d emerged just like a butterfly from a wrinkly cocoon. It was like she had been born to be a pony.