Hot to Trot: Transformed into a submissive pony girl... (Pony Tales Book 3)

by C. P. Mandara

  Picking up the red blindfold, he decided to place it over her eyes once more. Sometimes it was better if they didn't know what was coming, or for that matter, who was coming. He grinned and unbuckled her bridle. She wouldn't need it for the next few minutes. Undoing his fly, he watched his cock spring free from the harsh restraint of his breeches, and he pressed it to her lips. Without thinking she opened them. Who would have thought it? Jennifer Redcliff had submissive tendencies.

  'Good girl,' he murmured in surprise, and had to wonder where all this enthusiasm had come from. Sinking into the soft, warm heat of her mouth, he allowed himself a groan of pleasure and savoured the long awaited moment. God, this one was tight. Shutting his eyes, he let her guide him to the back of her throat and wondered if his earlier assessment of her oral skills would be correct.

  She appeared to take the bit between her teeth, even though he clearly remembered removing it, and he let her have her head. In return, she gave head rather expertly for such a novice. When they'd finished with her in training she'd be the best cocksucker in the northern hemisphere. Her tongue swirled, dabbed at his fraenulum as he nearly left the confines of her mouth, and when he returned she let him sink deep into the back of her throat. She should be gagging. He almost felt cheated, so much so that he grabbed two handfuls of hair and thrust himself forcefully towards her windpipe. His trainee spluttered and coughed a bit, trying desperately to breathe, and he quickly slowed his pace. There was no way he was going to rush this. His cock throbbed with desire, but his need for control would make sure that he laboured for a good few minutes, plundering the sweet lips that were nearly his undoing on each stab forward. At the auction, which would be held in the next couple of days, he would apply to be her personal trainer. This one showed such potential it was just possible she might wear the black, with a little bit of attitude readjustment. He groaned again as the little minx sucked harder. She wanted to prove herself, apparently.

  Jenny was having the time of her life. There was such chemistry between them, at least on her part, that she'd forgotten he was the devil incarnate. His cock in her mouth felt wonderful and the dildo in her pussy rocked with every stroke she took. The feeling was sublime. Her only complaint was that she wanted him to fuck her mouth harder and faster. Her clit needed the friction his pummelling cock could provide.

  From the corner of an eye, in the far reaches of his peripheral vision, a movement caught Mark's attention. The door handle twitched. His head snapped around to watch it more carefully and sure enough, the shiny chrome lever began to move. No one with their faculties intact would dare disturb one of his training sessions, so this had better be good. If it was a simple mistake woe betide the poor sod, because he was going to be chewing on his own testicles in a moment.

  Silently the door swung open and a thumb indicated that Mark's presence was required outside. Swearing viciously under his breath and with a hard set to his jaw, he withdrew from her mouth with a loud, sucking pop. She moaned softly in protest. This sweet little thing was a delight to behold. He had to wonder where she'd put her alter ego for the time being. Turning the music up he noiselessly left the room and clicked the door shut behind him. She wouldn't miss him for a few minutes; he'd just pressed the vibrate button on her dildo. He needed to know who this joker was and he always liked to match a name with the face he was about to slam his fist into.

  'Matthews,' drawled a voice, 'what a pleasure it is to find you here, enjoying yourself... so very thoroughly. Kyle glanced at the bulge in Mark's pants. 'Or not, as the case may be.'

  'Hello, Cowboy. While the pleasure is all mine, of course, you'd better have a damn good reason for disturbing me.'

  'Or?' Kyle grinned.

  Mark simply raised an eyebrow and waited.

  'The Cowboy,' so called because of his cowhide boots and the Wartenberg Pinwheel spurs attached to them, had attracted a bit of a reputation throughout Albrecht. He had a heavy hand and somewhat unorthodox training methods. He was also the office stud. There was only one lady Levison hadn't managed to bed and that was the lovely Isobelle. At least one lady had standards around here.

  'There's some kinda emergency back at HQ and you're needed in the office. I'm your stand in.' Kyle looked pleased with himself.

  He had to be kidding. Of all the people they could have sent it had to be pretty boy, who still didn't know how to wield a riding crop if memory served correctly. If HQ wanted him, however, there was little for it. He'd have to go and see what they were after and rush back before this jerk-off did any irreparable damage. Seething with anger he managed to bite his next few words out, although they were dripping with venom.

  'Right, she's on the sybian for a little pain versus pleasure training. If she gives you any trouble give her a couple of strokes; you shouldn't need any more than that. Don't flay the skin from her body or I'll come back and demonstrate on yours the difference between a stroke and a bone-crushing welt. Oh, and you touch her in any way that's sexual and I'll dismember an extremely tender part of your anatomy. We clear?'

  Kyle gave him his favourite lazy smile. This pissing content with Matthews went way back. 'I won't lay a hand on her.' To demonstrate the fact he lifted both palms in the air.

  'It's not your hands I'm worried about,' said Mark through clenched teeth, before he felt his cell-phone begin to vibrate in his pocket again. This time he answered it. The call was quick and to the point. When it ended Mark was already making his way out of the building. 'I'll be back in fifteen and I repeat: do not touch her,' he yelled as he marched out of the building.

  Kyle grinned to himself. It was a damn shame, but he'd always had a problem with male authority figures.

  Suck, Sucking, Sucked

  Storming off to the office as if the hounds of hell were on his heels, all Mark could think about was his straining cock and how good it had felt to be buried in Miss Redcliff's mouth. Even though Isobelle had informed him that he was facing a hostile takeover with regards to his stake in Techkon, he had been sorely tempted to stay and let her finish him off. What was going on? He had people on this. Good people. If he found out there was a snitch somewhere on his team, someone was going to suffer. And it would be the kind of suffering that would make Jenny's first day at Albrecht look like an afternoon stroll in the park.

  Not bothering to knock, he let himself into the office and was immediately handed a coffee by the lovely Isobelle, thankfully not of the brand she favoured. Her taste in coffee had become a standing joke since Kyle had discovered a jar of it and managed to use his two brain cells, together in tandem, to research its origins. Personally, he preferred his coffee black and his coffee beans previously undigested. Sitting down, trying his hardest not to think about the cowboy or what he might be doing with his trainee, he prepared to concentrate on her brief. This was important. This was his empire and it had taken far too long to build it to let some arsehole try and knock it down. Miss Redcliff would wait. When they were done here he would let her finish what they had started. He feared a certain part of his anatomy might spontaneously combust if she didn't.

  When Kyle entered the room, with nothing more telling than a light tap and slight jangle from the spurs on his boots, he was initially displeased to see the trainee blindfolded. He enjoyed the admiration of women and the instant lust in their eyes when they saw what lady luck had delivered on their doorstep. No matter, it could soon be remedied. He strode towards her with the idea of ripping the thing off, but slowly took stock of the situation. If he was clever, this might just work in his favour.

  Closing the door behind him, he took the opportunity to inspect his new charge. A glossy black mane, an English rose complexion and a good figure. With a little work she could be a real beauty. It didn't take him long in his assessment to discover that she was a pretty fine specimen of horse flesh, even though Matthews had obviously given her a good once over. The marks inscribed into her flesh and her nicely reddened and striped backside spoke volumes. She excited him, or perhaps he sho
uld say the challenge of acquiring her excited him. She was attractive, she was Redcliff's daughter and Matthews wanted her. His eyes narrowed as his IQ slowly woke up, yawned, stretched, and began to form a plan.

  Looking at his watch in irritation, Mark decided that the half hour he'd spent sorting this mess out was long enough. Generously bestowing money into a few bank accounts on the opposing side had managed to erase the problem, but left a niggling feeling of unease and a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. The company trying to conduct the takeover were named NanoParv, and it rang alarm bells. Why? There was no answer forthcoming. Too much testosterone to the brain, he thought dryly. That was reason enough to return to his little filly. Barking orders at Isobelle, who tried her best to delay him further, he ignored her and hot-footed it back to the training room. His thoughts were dark. If Kyle had laid a single finger where it didn't belong, he was going to get the bullwhip out.

  Jenny was foaming at the mouth. Quite literally, as it happened. When Mark had re-entered the room, not five minutes after he'd left, he had wasted no time in getting back to business. His stiff cock had been reinserted into her mouth and she sucked him to completion. It was odd, but the electric chemistry of before seemed to have completely disappeared. Maybe her wits were returning. There had been a five minute break, completed in silence on her part because her jaw was recovering. It was decidedly strange, but each time the man shoved his cock down her throat it seemed to get bigger. Perhaps she had that effect on him. The thought was not unpleasant. Being that man's Achilles heel would be wonderful. But logic told her it would take more than one throat job to create that kind of weakness. Great minds obviously thought alike, because no sooner had the idea entered her head than his cock had re-entered her mouth. The trouble was, this time he was merciless in his pounding of her throat, repeatedly bucking her body backwards, and that was when she discovered the plug to her rear. It had been lined up perfectly and there was no hope of escape. The first 'tier' had slotted into her effortlessly and her level of arousal jumped from desperate to utterly crazy, frantic and depraved. The second tier was being worked into her with each new lunge of his cock, and judging by the increasing force of each plunge, he was going to make sure the thing did some internal damage. As the second, wider tier began to push for entry, Jenny moaned, but the pain just sent her further up the Richter scale of hormones. Her predicament was simultaneously glorious and then miserable. Hell on earth was an apt description. It felt wonderful to have her lips spread open wide and thrust into, whilst enjoying the avid ministrations of the vibrating dildo. She'd been on the brink of release before the anal plug had come into play but the pain quickly curtailed her fun. Did it always feel like this? How did the other ponies cope with this every day, with those large tails submerged deep inside them? It would be agony, surely? Focusing her thoughts on the cock plundering her mouth, she decided she'd up her effort. The quicker Mark came the sooner she'd have a little respite. Sucking as tight as her abused mouth would allow, she worshipped him with her tongue, concentrating on letting her throat relax so he could have a nice deep ride.

  When he finally finished bucking and poured into her throat he roared with satisfaction. Jenny sagged in relief. And he thought she was an animal?

  Kyle had never seen anything so sweet. Her lips were swollen from the savage pounding of his cock, her soft pink tongue was lapping at his seed, dribbling from her mouth, and her whole body was panting and heaving in exertion. Swallow it all up; she was going to need the calories by the time he'd finished with her, he thought evilly. This one was going to be his. Taking her from right under Matthews' nose would be his equivalent of winning the lottery and getting his way with the enchanting Isobelle, all in the same day.

  Giving his cock a few seconds of recovery time it didn't really need, Kyle quietly moved to the back of the horse and admired the trainee's ass, trying to greedily devour the plug behind her. Only two more rungs to go before she'd squirt like she'd never squirted before. He'd never seen such enthusiasm in one so young. Having sucked him off to completion, she'd tried even harder to please him the second time and he'd never felt a mouth like it. She was tight, wet and had a velvet tongue that could work wonders. Yeah, he'd be putting that to good use, for sure. So much so that when Matthews returned her eyes would be rolling in her head.

  When his cock pressed at her lips for the third time, Jenny wanted to cry. Her jaw couldn't take much more of this. Then the vibe increased in intensity inside her and his hands reached down to sit on each side of her waist. What was he up to? When he thrust forward with his cock his hands shoved her backside towards the wall and her head exploded with pain. He then began to hammer away inside her mouth relentlessly, without pause. Her ass cheeks were now pressed against the wall and the enormous pyramid plug was forced deep inside her. The scream welling up in her chest tried to voice itself, but had no chance of escape.

  The sadist in Kyle adored the defeated look of horror in Jenny's eyes as pain filled her world. Her body began to crumple, head lolling forward as she thought she could take no more. I've only just begun, princess. He cracked his hand twice across her reddened, abused ass cheeks and the little piece of flesh before him came to life again. Kyle also gave her face a slap for good measure. She got the idea and practised her sucking skills with renewed ardour. It wasn't quite as tight as before, but it would do. Entertainingly, when the sybian came to life inside her she began to throw herself around like a demon possessed. She blasted off into orbit and as her whole body clenched and fell to pieces, her mouth clamped around his cock and nearly bust both his nuts. Exploding into her mouth for the third time in twenty minutes, Kyle thought he could get used to this. Withdrawing his softening, glistening member, coated generously in her saliva, he picked up the sybian's remote control from the table beside him. With one flick of a finger he could turn the thing off and let her have a little lie down.

  Grinning wickedly, he dropped the thing to the floor and crushed it beneath his boot heel, and just thirty seconds later Jenny was already crashing headlong into her next orgasm.

  When Mark arrived back at the training room and slowly peeled open the door the first thing he noticed was Jenny, who had her eyes closed and was so exhausted she couldn't raise her head from the saddle. Watching her body jump and twitch like a disjointed puppet told him all he needed to know. The remains of the sybian's remote control on the floor confirmed his suspicions. Hearing the noise of a zipper, his head snapped around and he had the added bonus of seeing Kyle do up his fly, with a satisfied, smug smirk on his face. Mark felt his stomach churn and wondered for a second if he would actually vomit. The moment passed. The next thing he knew violent aggression roiled inside him unlike anything he had known before. There was only one thing for it.

  Kyle wasn't prepared for the fist that came flying towards his eyeballs. In hindsight he should have been, but he'd expected Matthews to have at least pulled him out of the room first. No such luck. His knuckles connected with a sickening crunch and the power of the blow sent Kyle reeling backwards, with specks of blood flying in all directions. Pain splintered through his nose.

  Mark had to fight back the urge to kill him. He grabbed the checked collar of his cotton shirt and dragged him towards the exit, giving him an almighty kick in the ribs to make sure he was clear of the door when he slammed it. His bruised fingers throbbed, but he barely registered the discomfort. Whilst knocking the living daylights out of Kyle had felt good, it was not the way he normally operated. This was jealousy and it was ridiculous. She was a trainee. Was he going to smash his fist through every trainer that had the joy of taking little Miss Redcliff on?

  Shaking with anger he cut the electricity supply to the room and watched as Jenny slumped forward in the saddle, her eyes already closed. Sweat poured off her, meandering in long lines across her body before trickling to the floor. Her hair was soaked. He kissed goodbye to the throat job he had so been looking forward to. Anyway, it hardly mattered, as all he could picture w
as Kyle's cock stabbing its way past her jaw. Frowning darkly he sat down beside her and took a couple of deep breaths. Soon she would be auctioned and then she would be his. There was no way she'd pick Kyle as her trainer of choice after that little episode. Sighing, he went to the sink and refilled his bucket with lukewarm water. He'd need to 'unplug' her as gently as possible from the wall and give her a rub down. Then she'd be out of his hands for a day or so. He also needed a little time to get some perspective and decide whether he really wanted to take this one on. She was trouble with a capital T. The trouble was: he lived for trouble.

  Kyle gingerly touched his nose and was relieved to find it wasn't broken. Blood he could deal with; a visit to the local hospital wouldn't have been much fun. Whilst he'd fully expected to get a slug, he hadn't counted on the strength packed behind that punch. He'd be more careful if he planned on tangoing with Matthews in the future. Duck and dive. It would be a crying shame to lose his perfectly honed, aquiline features.

  Picking himself up, whilst clutching his side, he was thankful for the fact there were no witnesses to his hitting the deck. He wouldn't be laughing for a while. Asshole. At least there was room for a small smile, though. Looking down towards his jeans pocket, he saw a tiny red tail poking out. Pulling out the blindfold, which he had timely removed only seconds ago, he fingered the soft weave of silk. It was still wet with her tears. Revenge was going to be sweet. So sweet, Matthews would choke on the sickly dish.