by Sara Fields
Clenching his teeth, he speculated about what she would sell for and if he was willing to sell such a prize at all. Shaking his head, he tried to busy his hands, oiling and conditioning all the used tack to keep it soft and supple for their pets. It wouldn’t do to have his product marred by scratches and lines from the leathers they wore.
It was late; the last sun was beginning its arc down in the sky toward the horizon, marking the end to an exciting day. It would be time for dinner soon and his stomach rumbled in an angry roar at the lack of food he’d had all day.
He poured himself into the task at hand and finished in record time. When the job was complete, he hung up each piece of tack on its designated rung on the wall. He knew Zack was still out, keeping an eye on the pony girls and their Isabella.
Making his way back to the house, he thought about what he wanted for dinner just to try to distract himself from the curvy buttocks that seemed to be tattooed to his memory.
Too hungry to care, he grabbed a pan and cooked up a few eggs, throwing in some cheese, peppers, tomatoes, and sausage and cooking them into a delicious fluffy omelet. When he looked up, he saw Zack with the beautiful chestnut-haired vixen who seemed to be plaguing his every waking thought.
He noticed she was once again bare, her hooves removed, but her tail stayed in place. He couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of the large plug stuffed between her cheeks, a mark of their dominance over her body.
Her eyes met his, bold yet subdued, defiant but submissive and he yearned to take her to his bed to teach her that he was her master once and for all. He’d been a little too nice for his tastes thus far and he questioned how she would handle his darker side.
“Mhhhmmm. Smells delicious. Make enough for the rest of us,” Zack suggested and Noah couldn’t help but chuckle. If a man was ever motivated by his stomach, Zack was one of them. He added more eggs to the pan and made up enough for the three of them. After using about a dozen eggs, he cooked up the omelets and served them a few minutes later on simple ivory porcelain plates.
“Feed her, Zack. She’s not allowed use of her hands. Since tomorrow will be a kitten day for her, it’s better if she gets used to it now,” he said curtly.
He watched her face and saw a flash of indecision and anger cross over her face, before disappearing entirely. Her expression remained neutral, but her eyes told a story of her struggle to submit. As Zack brought a forkful of food to her lips, she hesitantly opened her mouth and bobbed forward. She chewed slowly, avoiding eye contact with him. Her jaw clenched slightly in indignation, but she did not protest.
Good girl.
He was particular about his pets. They either obeyed his command without hesitation or they were punished. The penalties for a publicly misbehaving pet were harsh and he believed that if he managed his with a heavy hand, they would avoid any potentially bad situations. He was a firm believer in discipline and wasn’t afraid to use it.
Chewing his own food thoughtfully, he appraised the small tiny bundle sitting on Zack’s lap. He’d rather enjoyed punishing her delectable bottom, which was something new. Usually, he viewed punishments as a part of the job, but not this one. She got to him. He wondered what it was about her; maybe the way her ass jiggled as he smacked the resistance out of her or the way her pussy dampened when either he or his brother exerted their dominance over her, or the way her pretty doe eyes looked back at him with reluctant trust and tentative wariness that made him yearn to break her.
As her eyes turned toward him, her quiet intelligence spoke to him. He got the feeling that she was weighing her options and deciding when to give and when to take. She wasn’t going to be his typical submissive. He’d have to watch her much more closely than the others and pay particular attention to her training.
“When you’re done with her, I’ll take her to relax with the other ponies for a short while then put her to bed in one of the stalls. She’ll sleep there for the night until we wake her in the morning,” he said as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. Taken aback, her eyes hardened, narrowing as she stared back at him.
He dared her to talk back.
“I think I’ve decided to rearrange her schedule. Instead of kitten training tomorrow, like I originally had planned, I believe she would do well for some two on one, direct service pet instruction, what do you think of that, Zack?” Noah pressed, running his fingers across his beard.
Zack’s smirk widened and the look of joy that crossed over him gave Noah the green light.
“Finish eating, pet, then it’s off to pasture for you. Tomorrow, you’ll get to serve us all day,” Zack chuckled softly. His gaze darkened and Noah watched as his brother traced the naked skin of her shoulder.
“There’s so much to teach you,” Zack whispered to her. She visibly shivered.
Noah couldn’t wait to push her boundaries tomorrow. He’d teach his little pet who was her master, once and for all.
With a grin, he thought about the possibilities. Service pets were also known as house pets. Their sole purpose was to serve their masters in whatever way that was requested of them. It would be a true test of her submissive nature.
They fed her the rest of her dinner and whisked her out of the house not long after. She was uneasy, that much he could tell. She wasn’t yet used to the idea of the different breeds of pet on Dayhari, and she was probably anxious about what they had planned for her, of which he wholeheartedly approved. It was important to keep a pet on her toes. She had to accept that she was no longer in control.
He stood with his brother at the white picket fence that enclosed the pony pasture. The grass here was soft, a special strain that felt like goose down beneath the pets’ feet and grew in lush and thick. Some well-trained ponies even preferred to sleep out here at night, rather than in their stalls.
The two of them watched Isabella join in with the other ponies. The other females rubbed her sore muscles and she slowly relaxed under their care. Before long, she was smiling and running around with them off in the distance.
“So, what do you think of her?” Zack began slowly.
“She’s special. I’ve never seen anyone take so well to pony play before, but I know that she also has elements of a kitten and a service pet. She’s quite the enigma. You don’t think, maybe… she’s a gifted pet?” he responded thoughtfully.
Noah had never come across a gifted pet in his life before. They were extremely rare and thought of as mythical creatures. A gifted pet was a woman who had equal aptitude for all pet types and could act as any one at a given time. The public was going to go wild if they had indeed found one.
“I don’t know. I rather like her. What do you think of keeping her? Of taking our own pet for once?” his brother asked. Noah turned and looked back at him, seeing a flash of softness for her cross over him.
“I can’t lie, the thought has crossed my mind,” Noah mused.
His brother was indeed correct. In all their time training pets, they always sold them. Never had they actually kept one for themselves. They made a decent living off of being some of the most well-known trainers on the planet, yet they hadn’t come across a woman who pleased both of them. Zack was silent, waiting for him to think.
“Let’s play it by ear and reevaluate after a little more time. We should finish both her service and kitten days, and then potentially bring her into the public to see if she behaves well,” Noah replied.
He could feel Zack studying him, but stared forward. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, their little Earthen pet was slowly edging her way into their hearts and he had a feeling that she knew it too.
* * *
After spending some more time with the girls, Isabella felt more comfortable. All of them gushed over her and wished her luck when she told them what the brothers had planned for her. They told her she was lucky to receive such extensive training, but she was hesitant to share in their feelings.
Before she knew it, the bro
thers were calling for her and she reluctantly returned to them. They led her back into a barn, and into an enclosed stall where she quickly came to realize that would be her home for the night.
The thought both unnerved and comforted her.
Thankfully, they eventually removed her tail and allowed her to relieve herself, under their ever-present watch of course. It still shamed her, but it was getting a bit easier to handle. When she was ready, they laid out a blanket on the unbelievably soft grass and hay inside the stall. Zack retrieved a pillow for her and a large oversize quilt.
The barn was dark and only a soft light filtered through the shadows. The brothers dealt with her in silence. They tucked her into the makeshift bed, gave her a quick pat on the head, and locked her inside the stall.
“Good night, pet,” Noah’s voice rang out, loud after so much quiet.
“Good night,” she whispered in return, her eyes already closing in exhaustion.
When did she get so tired? Before she knew it, she faded off into a deep sleep.
She didn’t wake until early morning. Stretching, she groaned a little under her breath. Feeling the warm rays of the sun, she looked up to see a bright powder blue peeking through the skylights high above her. If she had to guess, it was an hour or so after dawn.
With a smile, she listened to the soft music of birds chirping and girls giggling as a soft breeze rustled the trees outside. The natural cacophony surrounded her like a gentle hug and she embraced it wholeheartedly.
The crunch of leather boots on gravel startled her slightly and she rose up on her elbows in time to see Zack and Noah’s faces peek over the top of the stall door.
“Sleep well, pet?” Noah asked softly, his voice as confident as ever. He made her heart race every time he spoke.
The door to the stall squeaked open and he offered her a hand, which she tentatively took. He pulled her up to her feet and into his chest.
“First things first. I’m going to bathe you,” he said boldly and her insides shivered.
Zack wound his fist through her hair and grabbed a rather large amount at the nape of her neck. With a sharp pull, he took total control. Her eyes fluttered at the sudden pain and she moaned a little under her breath. Apparently, he wasn’t feeling so gentle today.
Walking forward, he dragged her along out of the stall and into the fresh air outside. They made their way toward the house and the back of her scalp burned with both pain and pleasure. By the time they made it inside, she was unsure of which one was which.
They guided her into the house and down the hall to a room she hadn’t been in before. When they brought her inside, they shoved her in alone, shutting the door behind them. Nervously, she chewed her lip. She looked around and saw them move in front of a glass window, watching her. Surrounded by white and gray marble tile, she could only guess she was in a massive shower. She studied the wall and saw spray nozzles, but no controls for her to turn the water on and off with. The room wasn’t very large, only a little bigger than a walk-in closet and she couldn’t help but feel confined.
She grew very uneasy in that moment.
At once, streams of water flew toward her. It was slightly cold and caused her to shiver as the harshness of it. She tried to cover her nipples and her mound, but no matter what she did, the streams pierced at her skin. She yelped and tried to dance away from them, but she couldn’t escape them. The water eventually warmed and she was grateful for it, yet her sensitive skin throbbed from the terrible pulses.
The water stopped after she was thoroughly soaked. Next, she was doused in soap and she looked back at the brothers. They looked back at her expectantly. She took a deep unsteady breath, quickly realizing that they expected her to wash herself.
Humiliated, she slowly massaged the soap into her skin, focusing first on her stomach and thighs, before she hazarded washing her breasts and in between her legs. She actively avoided their gaze, knowing that they were watching her like an animal in a cage.
She tried to be quick about it, but was as meticulous as possible. Knowing they were watching her did something confusing to her insides. An odd desire ebbed to life deep inside her, but she did her best to push it away.
There was no way she could enjoy this, on display as though she was an animal in a zoo, could she? Wouldn’t that mean there was something wrong with her?
When she was finished, she stood up straight, bubbles dripping from her fingers to the tips of her toes. The water returned and this time, the streams bit into her skin even more harshly now that she was expecting it. Once all the soap was rinsed from her, the water thankfully stopped, allowing her aching flesh a moment to recover.
Next, hot air blew around her, drying her body and hair within seconds. Only then did the door open and release her from the shower cage.
Noah stood at the door and waited for her. Feeling a little ashamed and humbled, her feet walked toward him of their own accord. The look in his eyes promised passion, lust, and danger. She didn’t know whether to be afraid or excited of what he had in mind for her next.
He took her hand and pulled her close, his fingers curling roughly around her wrist. Something was different about him today, something harsher and more unforgiving. Her stomach clenched and dropped to her toes and she shivered under his dark, stern gaze.
“Do I terrify you, pet? Or do you feel alive?” he whispered, his gravelly bold voice causing tremors to vibrate deep into her very core.
She didn’t know how to answer him, simply quaking under his dark, steady gaze.
His fingers traced the line of her shoulder, edging up her collarbone.
“Tell me yes, pet. Let me show you everything. Submit yourself to me and allow yourself to live, for the first time in your life,” he urged her, as his fingers curled lightly around her throat.
She stared at him and licked her lips.
She wanted to. She didn’t want to. But she was so curious. She knew it would hurt but she knew it would also feel good. He stared at her for a long second, before she answered with her gut decision.
“I want to feel alive,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
His fingers tightened around her throat.
“Say it louder,” he demanded and her heart hammered in her chest.
“Yes, sir, please take me as you see fit,” she responded, louder this time and his hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her air for a long moment as he took control of every part of her body. When he released her, she breathed in deep before he did it again. This time, he held her a moment longer and she began to panic and his other hand fisted in her hair, holding her close.
All at once, he released her and tossed her over his shoulder. His arm wrapped tight around her waist and his other hand gripped her left bottom cheek, squeezing hard enough to hurt, but she didn’t care, she knew she was already lost. Zack walked somewhere behind her, but she was consumed by Noah’s dominance in that moment.
They arrived in another room she hadn’t seen before, complete with things she didn’t recognize or could even hazard a guess as to what they were used for. The walls were painted a dull gray and the recessed light coming from the edges of the ceiling was warm, yet she still shivered from both the chill and her nerves. All around her, she saw leather-clad benches and a chair that reminded her of a gynecological office back home. Chains hung from the ceiling and a massive dark cherry wood armoire sat in the corner of the room, hiding more mysteries within. The floor looked soft, a dark gray carpet that looked plush enough to sleep on. She looked around in awe, uneasy about what was to happen next.
Once she had a chance to take in her surroundings, she focused on what the brothers were doing. Zack was digging in the armoire for something that she couldn’t quite see while Noah took her wrists in his hands. In no time at all, he had her handcuffed to a parallel set of poles with her legs spread wide and her arms stretched out, leaving her body in an X-shape and completely on display. Chewing her lip
, she felt her chest rise and fall, her breath a nervous pant.
She stared back at them once she settled, feeling like they were predators about to pounce on her as though she were prey. Something inside her clicked at that very moment and her entire world smoldered. Every nerve in her body ached to feel their touch, whether it be pleasurable or painful, she didn’t care which.
She panted, waiting, wanting.
They were her beasts. They terrified her, but they made her feel more alive than she had ever been. Her blood pulsed in her veins as their gazes burrowed deep into her soul. She shivered in anticipation.
They descended on her like wolves on a fresh kill. All at once, their hands were on her, squeezing her vulnerable flesh, pinching, slapping, and touching her wherever they wished and she didn’t care, she loved it.
A sharp edge grazed along her flesh and she realized Noah had pulled the knife from its sheath at his waist. Her eyes widened and she stilled under his blade. She heard a loud whine in her ear and it took her a long moment to realize the sound was emerging from her own throat.
Small red scratches appeared on her flesh, where the edge bit at her skin. After a long moment, the marks slowly faded, but the message in his dominance was clear. He held her life within his hands.
A whip cracked beside her ear while the knife moved away from her skin. She jumped involuntarily in fear.
“Keep still, my pet,” Noah said softly and she moaned.
“You wouldn’t want Noah to cut you if you moved,” Zack said behind her and she trembled. Noah placed the flat of the blade on her lips, silencing any protest.
The whip cracked again, heavy, loud, promising.
