Sir Viktor's Reforms

Sir Viktor’s Reforms
Alan Gabriel


Clip clop! Clip clop! Clip clop!
The strong sure rhythm echoed down the street heralding the arrival of Sir Viktor.
Sir Viktor was not only the village’s wealthiest citizen, he was also the unofficial ruler of the entire region. His influence was wide and deep which is why no one remarked when his carriage arrived pulled by six naked women clad only in the leather dressage fitting a ponygirl.
The sleepy hamlet had been rather behind the times, until Sir Viktor had taken a hand in educating the people on the modern world. He had brought better schools, hospitals and even the internet to the tiny village lost in the mountains.
But, as is the wont of humans, with each progression came perversion. Not ten years ago, if some poor lass had walked down main street in a miniskirt, she might have been stoned as a whore. Now, whenever his Lordship came to town, he was preceded by these six women, bare to the eyes of the world!
No one ever spoke to the girls, either from embarrassment, or because Sir Viktor himself, as well as his driver, treated them much as the animals they served as. Mothers would admonish their children for staring at the naked flanks and breasts of the young girls, and men would covertly eye them, when their wives were not looking.
It is interesting to note, that whenever Sir Viktor made a visit to town, there seemed an increase in foot traffic in whatever district he was heading. Not to mention an increase in the amorous attentions husbands paid their wives shortly after his departure.
The girls were all local stock, as it were. Young village girls who applied for work at Sir Viktor’s estate and soon found themselves, by one set of events or another, bitted and bridled. It is intriguing to wonder if it was harder for the villagers to look at their former friends and neighbors now reduced to the class of beasts of burden, or perhaps, if former hostilities caused many hidden smirks amongst the masses.
One unfortunate occurrence, when a father spied his young daughter as part of the team causing him to rant and violently abuse the driver brought the matter to a head and demanded an explanation for this rather bizarre display.
A town meeting was called in which Sir Viktor explained he was not kidnaping, nor brainwashing the young women into serving him in such a manner. Rather, for their services, they were paid handsomely, and their families taken care of for the term of their service. When he explained just how well paid and taken care of, one man actual stood and offered his daughter to Sir Viktor for use as a plow mule.
The embarrassed girl, a rather heavy set lass but with a strong seeming frame, blushed profusely and pleaded softly with her father, who ignored her and began a humiliating account of how although she was not as attractive as the other girls they had seen, she was strong and could serve well at pulling a plow.
It wasn’t long after when several others, mostly fathers and husbands but a more wives and mothers than one would think, stood up and offered their girls. Quite quickly, it seemed the problem had solved itself and things continued rather peaceably. Sir Viktor was most pleased as well, as his stables were promptly filled with young girls of various levels of attraction for him to use and peruse at his leisure.
To this day, the small village in the hills remains isolated for the most part, it’s population a mere fifteen hundred people. Although it is not known wether this census marks Sir Viktor’s livestock as people or not, one can rest assured, Sir Viktor’s Reforms are here to stay!

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Bobbi's Tail Chapter 6

The chastised puppygirl had hoped to limp quietly into her bed at the foot of her Owner’s bed, but was not successful.
Mrs. Stevenson knew what Bobbi had done and decided to further punish her. As she dragged the whimpering pup outside, she smiled softly to see her trying to go limp, the way a real dog would to keep you from taking them to the vet.
She scratched at the backdoor and whimpered loudly, begging in puppy fashion to be let back in.
When the kitchen light went out, she knew she was in the doghouse. Literally.
She had a doghouse, made especially for her, but she hated to sleep alone. So, since she hadn’t been chained to it, she made her way to the stables, hoping to snuggle up next to one of the ponies.
Hiding in the shadows, Bobbi made her way to the stables and crept to the open door.
When she poked her head in, she saw the three ponies, free of their tack, dangling from the ceiling in the shower area. Raymond was hosing down Cinnamon, who was almost dancing in place from the cold spray of water.
As she slipped in unnoticed, Bobbi saw more of the other two ponies.
Biscuit was watching Raymond and Cinnamon with rapt attention, a small puddle forming between her feet as her lust dripped down her thighs.
Firestorm, on the other hand, was all but limp in her bonds. Her eyes were closed and she appeared asleep on her feet.
For the first time, Bobbi saw the scarlet pony free of her chastity belt and could not resist this chance to taste the newest addition to the farm.
She carefully snuck behind Raymond the stable hand to avoid detection, and slipped in close to Firestorm who was indeed snoring softly under her bit. At the first tentative lick the ruby pony’s eyes jerked open and she looked down at the happy pup who then delved deep into her aching sex.
It didn’t take long for the warmth of the first orgasm she had had in so long began to build inside her. She closed her eyes and forgot for a moment the awful stinging of her lashed body. Her scored flesh trembled and tightened as she began to cum. Just as she threw her head back to scream her pleasure, another scream sounded first.
Hurriedly looking to her right, Firestorm saw Biscuit prancing and whinnying as loudly as she could to gain Raymond’s attention.
As the stable hand glanced over at the commotion, he saw the pup buried in Firestorm’s crotch and quickly rushed over, spraying them both with the cold, cold hose.
At the first touch of the icy water, Bobbi jerked away and scrambled to safety as Firestorm’s orgasm slipped away from her grasp.
"Well, that was close!" Ray remarked as he sprayed the piqued pony’s cunt, further squelching any chance of her release.
As Raymond leashed the naughty puppy to the wall far away from the naked ponies, Firestorm glared angrily at Biscuit who only glared back.
Bobbi watched from her spot as the ponies were scrubbed down and secured again in their chastity’s. She whined softly to herself as her tongue rolled around her muzzle savoring the taste of the scarlet pony.
Once the ponies were dried off and placed in their sleeping arm binders, Raymond led each one into their stalls and locked them in before turning his attention again to the naughty puppy sulking in the corner.
"Well, I take it you did something wrong, seeing as you’re out here this late."
Bobbi looked up at him and whined softly.
Raymond walked over to her and untied her leash from the eyelet and lead her slowly to the spare stall. When she slipped inside the straw covered pen, Ray removed her leash and closed the door, locking her in for the night.
"Night, pup," he said as he left the stable heading for the main house.
After sniffing around the pen for a few brief minutes, Bobbi laid down and fell quickly asleep.
Cassie was bent over the table in the main dining room.
Her skirts were shoved up over her hips and her naked thighs and buttocks were bared to the world. Her smooth sex peeking out from between her firm thighs.
She closed her eyes in delight as her Mistress’ hands caressed her downy cheeks.
"Ready, Cassie?"
"Yes, Ma’am," she said softly, knowing what was about to come.
As those beloved hands slowly left, she waited.
"Hiiisssss-THWAK!"
She screamed as the cane cut into her tender flesh, leaving deep red welts instantly on her pale skin. Hands scrambling over the dark wood of the table as blow after blow struck painfully.
With each lash, she repeated the mantra she had been trained to know by heart.
"Hiiisssss-THWAK!"
"*sob* Thank you, Mistress!"
"Hiiisssss-THWAK!"
"*gasp* Thank you, Mistress!"
As the terrible beating continued, the maid’s shrieks grew louder and harsher. Her cheeks stained with tears. Yet, she never begged for it to stop. She never pleaded for mercy.
She knew it would only have been in vain.
After a time the blows slowed then ceased. Mrs. Stevenson laid the cane down beside Cassie and let her recover herself for a few minutes.
"How do you feel?" she asked her maid.
"F-fine, Ma’am. Thank you for asking," was her choked reply.
Cassandra began to get a hold on her pulse and breathing, but remained in the undignified position she had been placed in.
Carol looked down at her handiwork. She smiled at the sight of the deep, jagged red welts that latticed the girl’s buttocks. Her eyes followed the various paths and trails she had scored into her pale pink flesh. When she ran a hand lightly over these ruby mounds, she heard the girl’s breath hiss inward, and smiled.
"Stand up," she ordered.
Cassie stood upright and the pain she felt flinched across her face, but she never made a sound.
Wiping away an errant tear from her cheek, Mrs. Stevenson stroked the girl’s face and kissed her softly on her forehead.
"Good girl, time for bed."
"Yes, Ma’am."
Just another day.
The End

Bobbi's Tail Chapter 5

Bobbi was watching them milk the cows.
It was rather fun to watch, even for her reduced mind. All the heifers were firmly secured into their harnesses and could hardly move, their massive udders resting gently on a mesh net which supported their weight. The tubes connected to the milker was affixed to the nets, the cows’ teats inserted into them, being sucked with such force, the milk spurted out in an ecstatic stream releasing the terrible pressure that had firmed their juddering breasts despite the ridiculous size of them.
The cows sighed and mooed contentedly as their heavy burdens were finally lessened. The stable hands went from stall to stall, checking on each of the heifers in turn to make sure nothing went wrong.
Bobbi followed them around as they checked on each bovine. Watched them check the connections on each tube, how they fit over the hucow’s teats. Checked the flow of milk, the tautness of their udders.
Occasionally they would reach behind them and fondle the helpless creature’s pussy lips. Tugging at the rings in that tender flesh, causing them to moo louder, begging for more attention. The handlers would chide them and gently rub the brands on their left cheek of their plump rears and right udders, reminding them of their place.
The girls would sigh dejectedly and pout.
On the whole, it was a fairly standard procedure for all involved. That is, except for one of the cows.
This particular heifer was, and had always been, a massive problem. She fought the handlers constantly. Tried her bonds at every opportunity and made milking her a monstrous hassle.
Her problem was that she had not volunteered to join Mrs. Stevenson’s little play farm.
She was here as a punishment.
This ornery beast had once been an employee of Mrs. Stevenson’s company. She had found out about her dirty little secrets here and threatened to expose them to the world. She had tried to extort her.
It was almost ironic that she had ended up here. Like this.
Carol had taken special care to remove all traces of the person she had been from this particular cow. No finger prints, no teeth, her features reshaped to better suit her new role, and even going so far as to sever her vocal chords so she could never speak again.
The only glitch was that she had resisted all attempts to brainwash her.
All the hypnosis sessions had failed, and so she was reduced physically to the status of farm animal, yet retained all her human awareness.
For her, it was hell.
For Mrs. Stevenson, it was poetic justice.
She had made sure to be the one to brand this heifer herself, savoring the look of horror and agony on the bitch’s face. She had even set her quota of milk to double that of the other cows, ensuring her no rest from the nightmarish state she was in now.
All the stable hands could do was fasten her more tightly and call it a day.
Bobbi, however, was fascinated by the struggling hucow.
She had waited till the handlers left to sneak back into the barn and into this cow’s stall. She was startled by her sudden thrashing when she sniffed around her severely ringed labia.
This was terribly fascinating to the curious pup.
She lightly ran her tongue over the many, many rings in her inner and outer labia. Tugged on the one in her clit hood. Even sliding her tongue through the series of rings that dangled from her taint.
After a few minutes of exploring, the frustrated hucow collapsed, as it were, into the embrace of her harness and cried softly as the warm tongue probed and prodded her into submission.
Tears streamed down her face and massive breasts, leaking into the pumps to mix with her milk as she came.

That evening, Bobbi was wolfing down here dinner and watching Cassie swallow load after load from the cocks of the two gardeners who had come in from their labors. The two men were seated around the small table in the kitchen’s breakfast nook swallowing lemonade as quickly as Cassandra gulped down their cum.
Once she finished with her dinner, Bobbi trotted over to watch more closely.
Cassie’s cheeks bulged with the width of the man’s penis, her fingers gently playing with his balls, eyes closed and gently humming in time with her strokes of his shaft. It didn’t take long before the engorged gardener grabbed her blonde hair and shoved her face into his groin as his seed coursed down her throat.
He held her there a full minute as his balls drained into her welcoming mouth before releasing his grip. As the young maid pulled back, she gave a quick lick over the head of his manhood, getting the last drop of semen before it spilled onto her dress.
"Fuck, kid!" he groaned. "You are the best lil cocksucker I have ever met!"
"Thank you, Sir." Cassie said with a smile as she got to her feet.
Bobbi watched it all, her tongue lolling out happily. As she went to follow Cassandra, the other workman brought her up short by grabbing her tail, causing the pup to yelp painfully.
"Oh, no you don’t! You’ve been digging in the flowerbeds again, haven’t you, you little bitch."
Bobbi only whimpered pathetically, hoping to inspire a little pity and avoid punishment.
It was, of course, to no avail. The angry laborer pulled her backwards across the tile by her now sore tail and brought his hand down on her naked buttocks with a vicious smack!
She scrambled on the slick tile trying to get away but Cassandra quickly grabbed her and held her in place for her beating.
She whimpered, yelp and howled in pain, but was held fast until her rump was a rosy, pulsing ache. Cassie turned her round and she obediently licked the hand that had caused her pain. Only then was she allowed to run off, tail tucked firmly to her sore rump.

Bobbi's Tail Chapter 4

Cassandra snuggled deeper against her pillow as she slept, the chains on her wrists rattling softly in the dark room. The soft jingles could be heard only barely from the next room where her Mistress slept. The delicate noise bringing a small smile to her lips with the knowledge that the girl was securely fastened in place until she was released at her discretion. The level of control Carol had over every aspect of her slaves lives was the most intoxicating feeling she had ever experienced. It was no wonder it was so addictive, nor why she was such a control junkie.
As she finally drifted off, her dreams began to fill with new ideals for the many days to come.
Not all the slaves and servants at Mrs. Stevenson’s home were female. They only all looked female. One such slave was shuffling slowly down the main hallway, her ankles fastened into a hobble chain only eighteen inches long! Combined with the ridiculous heels that were locked onto her dainty feet, the poor gurl was reduced to shambling about at a snail’s pace.
To a casual observer, one would never guess the petite individual was actually, physically male. The strict corset below her fetish maid’s outfit held her waist to a near prepubescent limitation. This had the added side effect of shaping her hips into a distinctively feminine form.
As one’s eyes traversed this delicate landscape, one was drawn to the curve of thigh that peaked out of the tops of her stockings, revealed by the short-short cut of her dress. The smoky stockings encased smooth, sleek legs that any runway model would envy.
In addition to the harsh corset holding her in perfect posture, her arms were connected by another length of chain just above the elbow, and from there, behind her back. This kept her from raising her arms higher then waist or bust level.
At the moment, she was carrying a tray with Mrs. Stevenson’s morning paper and a glass of orange juice. She had made it from the kitchen without stumbling or spilling any of the juice from the long stemmed glass. Unfortunately, she now had to climb the stairs to her Mistress’ bedroom, the short chain rattling constantly, defying her to complete her daily duties.
Slowly, she managed to traverse the steps. Her progress would have been painful to watch, and was indeed more so, to accomplish. By the time she had reached the top steps, her calves were aching, her ankles sore, and she was out of breathe.
She hated these morning rituals, but knew they were a joy for her tormentor. Carefully balancing the tray in one hand, she managed to knock lightly on the door to Mrs. Stevenson’s bedroom and heard her reply.
"Come in, come in. I’ve been waiting for you for awhile now," was her curt response.
Slowly opening the door, and letting it swing open the transgendered maid entered hoping to escape any form of punishment for any infractions on her orders, real or imagined.
Lowering the silver tray behind her after Carol had taken the juice and paper from it, she stood silent, waiting to be excused. Her hopes of an easy morning were quickly dashed when she saw her Mistress frown at her first sip of juice.
"This," she said in a terribly cold voice. "Isn’t even cold!"
Cringing at the tone, the maid quickly lowered her gaze to the floor as her Mistress rose from her nest of covers. She grabbed the sweetly feminine maid by the hair and forced her to look into her eyes. Tears started to touch her cheeks as she saw the look of satisfaction in her eyes.
"You know what happens when you fail me," she cooed, the kind tone defying the malice and evil sadism in here gaze.
The silver tray clattered to the floor as she was spun around and shoved toward the nearby eyebolt in the wall. Yet another chain was connected from this bolt to the ring on the front of her steel collar. Her hands were secured away from her, as much as the chain above her elbows allowed, by a set of leather manacles, and her dress was raised and tucked into her waistband exposing the soft lace trimmed cotton panties that barely covered her shapely buttocks.
These were quickly pulled down, exposing her soft pink cheeks, and the bit of steel encasing and restraining her penis and balls.
The device held her equipment out of the way so as to not ruin the feminine look of her groin in any clothes. It also kept her organ safe from any manipulation which might grant an orgasm to the frustrated and red faced maid. Her "man"hood forced down and backwards also forced her to use the restroom like a lady, which Carol found amusing to no ends.
As an added torment, the soft pinkish head of her shaft was exposed just outside of the tube which held her shaft, leaving it free to feel to softness of her panties, the constant friction caused by her walking driving her insane with stimulation.
Now, however, Carol lightly stroked this bit of flesh and soon had it squirting out precum and had her she-male maid whimpering her pleas into the gag that was almost always secured in her small mouth.
More and more of the viscous fluid spilled out of her, with no pleasure or relief accompanying it. For several minutes this frustrating game continued without an end in sight, until a small sound drew the attention of both participants.
Looking behind them, both women noticed the puppygirl Bobbi had entered at some point and was now staring with intense curiosity at the exposed genitals of the gasping maid.
Her confusion was clear. She was used, and indeed programmed, to want, no, need to delve into any and all exposed sets of female genitalia she saw, and indeed to be in a near constant state of arousal near any other females. Her confusion was in her arousal near this particular maid.
The confused pup had always thought, or recognized this individual as another female, yet now was confronted with the wrong set of bits and pieces. Watching her puppy turn her head this way and that trying to sort things out brought a smile to Carol’s face and she beckoned her come closer. Slowly guiding her minute muzzle toward the exposed head of the bound servant, Mrs. Stevenson watched both of her slaves as her pup began to lick away and the fellated maid’s eyes screwed shut.
"That’s a good girl, Bobbi," she praised. Turning her attention back to the bound gurl, she removed hir gag and asked, "What’s wrong, dear? Isn’t my little puppy’s tongue the best! Oh, but I know. You can’t get release in that nasty little chastity, can you?"
"No, Mistress!" gasped the now wanton she-male. She thrust her hips back toward the questing tongue tickling at her cock, she sobbed in frustration, knowing she would get no relief. Not this day, nor the next, nor the next...

Bobbi's Tail Chapter 3

Late in the afternoon, Cassie came out and sat beside the bored puppygirl. She absently scratched behind her elongated ears as she gazed out over the verdant fields. Bobbi laid her head in the young maid’s lap and sighed softly, the sound vaguely eerie because of the shape of her jaw.
"What’s wrong, Bobbi? Bored?"
A soft puppy whine was her answer.
With a gently prodding, Bobbi deftly rolled over exposing her underbelly and exposed sex and nipples. The rings in her cunt lips jingling against one another softly as she was petted. Her leg jerking in the preprogramed reaction instilled in her subconscious. The puerile maid’s skilled fingers quickly brought the pup to ecstatic whimpers and whines as she rapidly approached climax.
Before she was able to gain release, Cassie deftly moved her hand away allowing the frustrated pup to cool down a bit before resuming her teasing. For several minutes, she delighted in toying with Bobbi; bringing her closer and closer to orgasm and always pulling back at the most opportune moment. In this manner, she quickly had her helplessly writhing in her lap, eyes rolled back in her head as she wept and whined for relief.
"You look so cute doing that, Cassandra," an all to familiar voice from behind her roused her from her distraction.
Cassie quickly stood and curtsied before her Mistress. Bobbi, however, could only lay exhausted at the woman’s feet as she regained her strength.
"Good evening, Ma`am. How may I serve You?" The memorized lines fell easily from Cassie’s lips as she stayed bent over staring at the toes of her owner’s shoes as she approached her and the frantically frustrated puppygirl.
Ignoring her maid for the moment, Mrs. Stevenson peered down at the gasping dalmatian at her feet. She never ceased to be amazed at how well the psychotherapy treatments had worked on her. She was completely incapable of being human now, she was now externally what she had always been internally: A bitch in heat!
Sitting where Cassandra had been next to her, Carol stroked the underside of Bobbi’s muzzle and smiled as she closed her eyes and whined her appreciation. The treatments had really done wonders on her. She was truly impressed and overjoyed that she had found that doctor to aid her in her...hobbies.
There was one other instilled desire she had relished in implanting into her former employee. As she pulled Cassandra to her knees and lowered her panties, her lips curled in a truly wicked smile as her puppy quickly dove forward into the exposed sex before her. Her eager lapping bringing moans from the dainty maid.
Yes, she finally had her puppy. One of her fondest desires since she was a small child, though back then she had a much different ideal of playing with her pet then she did now!

Firestorm was secured in the suspension harness for her cleaning. She had been stripped of her pony paraphernalia and secured into the web of leather straps that now held her tight. Under normal circumstances, she might have found it uncomfortable. Tonight, however, she was so relieved to be done with her labors that the firm grip of the leather bothered her not at all.
The sting of the water did, but just a bit. She wished they didn’t use the fire hose to get all the caked mud off of her, but again, she was too tired to give even a half hearted protest.
She had plowed more acres then she had thought possible. Her legs throbbed and pulsed with pain, her back was one tight knot and her nipples were blood red and sore as hell. Oddly enough, the lattice of whip marks across her breasts and ass hurt the least. Perhaps it was the fact that they were a sharp stinging whilst everything else was a dull ache that hurt to the bone and echoed in her teeth as she was hosed clean from top to tail.
When the last flakes of mud had been blasted from her tanned flesh, Raymond the stablehand lowered her to the ground, allowing her to gently slide to the ground and rest in a broken heap on the cold cement floor.
Gently lifting her to her feet, he carried most of her weight as he led the weary pony back to her stall. After she was secured inside, he gently kissed the top of her head and told her to sleep. The encouragement was hardly needed and she was out like a light in seconds.
Biscuit was already asleep in her stall as well. Cinnamon, however, was watching him with a look in her eyes that said she was not so tired as the others.
"Well, it seems someone still has some energy after today," he chuckled as he softly opened and closed the stall door.
Secured as she was, Cinnamon could only wait for Raymond to come to her. She watched with eager eyes as he moved closer, his eyes drinking in the sight of her heavy breasts, held tight by the network of straps that pinned her arms behind her. His gaze spilled down the curve of her back to the sweep of her thighs and the generous mound of her rump.
With some effort, he managed to move the chains on the rear of her chastity belt into the curve where her ass met her thighs and slowly ran his hands over the perfect expanse of her ebony buttocks. Moving in behind her, one hand running over her derriere, the other gripping her bosom and squeezing her thick nipples, Ray freed his engorged member from his trousers and slipped it between the flawless, ripe orbs of her flesh.
He had not yet penetrated her, no he never rushed. Her whinnies corresponded with each push against her sphincter, until the head of his tool finally pushed inside. His lips on her neck thrilled the sable pony as he drove forward with inexorable force. Only when he was pressed firmly against her back and buttocks did he stop and rest inside her.
The heavy fullness in her rump reminded Cinnamon of her plug tail but this was more! Better! Worse! She felt him twitch inside and then he started to pull out. When she felt the tip about to slide out, he thrust upward into her once again and brought a gasp of surprise and a near scream from her throat.
His rhythm increased, faster and faster, until he burst inside her and filled her entrails with his seed. She whinnied in pleasure and felt a small tear trail down her cheek as she mourned her lack of true orgasm. As he withdrew, he kissed away this symbol of her loss and gave her nipples a final tweak before leaving her locked in her stall for the night, his latest deposit slowly leaking out of her. After a few frustrated minutes, Cinnamon finally managed to fall asleep, aching for release yet knowing it would not come.
And neither would she.

Bobbi's Tail Chapter 2
By: Alan Gabriel


In the kitchen, Cassie was just fixing her breakfast when she trotted in.
"Right on time, Bobbi!"
She sat the personalized bowl down for her to reach and patted her head as she started to eat. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was till that first mouthful, then she delved deeply into her bowl, scooting it across the floor slowly.
After finishing off her food, Bobbi licked the remaining bits off her muzzle with an impossibly long tongue, and got herself a drink of water. Full and fully awake, she decided to head outside, squeezing through her doggy door, she trotted off toward the stables.

When she saw the ponies out in the field, she happily loped toward them.
Cinnamon was the first to notice her, and whinnied happily. This sound drew the attention of the other two, Firestorm and Biscuit, both of whom trotted over to meet her.
Her tail wagged as she sniffed the ebony pony’s thighs, reminding herself of her scent. As the other ponies approached, she sniffed at them in turn and smiled up at them, her tongue lolling out as usual. Firestorm lowered herself at the waist to let Bobbi lick her face, and tug on her nipple rings.
She loved doing this! With a good hard tug, she felled the towering red pony. As she stumbled onto the grass, Bobbi wasted no time burying her muzzle in her crotch, sniffing and licking around the edges of the metal chastity belt that kept her from her goal.
Firestorm wriggled and whinnied as her long tongue probed around her sex, looking for any form of entrance. As the spotted pup grew frustrated, she growled softly. She wanted to taste her and didn’t like being denied. She tried to get a grip on the belt to try and tear it off, but to no avail.
After a few frustrated minutes of struggling, Bobbi let the writhing pony up and sighed dejectedly. Before she got to her feet, Firestorm gave Bobbi a gentle friendly nuzzle and managed to get a small smile out of the disappointed pup.
Before she could try the others, Raymond the stable hand came out and saw her.
"What are you doing here, Fido?" he joked evicting a soft growl from Bobbi’s muzzle.
"Calm down, calm down. Don’t want someone thinking you’re rabid, then we’d have to put you down," he chuckled and petted her between her eyes knowing how much she liked it.
As he continued to rub the spot between her eyes, Raymond fiddled with her ears as well bringing a soft whine from her. With a look and a soft clucking of his tongue, Ray called Biscuit over to them and used one hand to lower her to her knees. Looking up at him, Bobbi watched as Raymond bent the blond pony over, steadying her with a hand on her shoulders and lifted her tail. Exposing her packed and puckered asshole and perineum.
"Go on, pup. It’s okay."
Slowly starting forward, Bobbi nervously glanced up at Ray and when she saw his reassuring smile, dove at the inviting bits of flesh. Her eyeteeth grazed the delicate skin lightly, causing Biscuit to cry out softly before moaning into her bit as a curious tongue lapped around her plug tail and the bit of flesh between her asshole and vagina.
The frustrated pony pushed back against the pup at her rear. She wanted more, Needed more. Sadly, Ray pulled her away from the eager puppy’s muzzle all too soon, causing the pony to whine softly, and the pup to whimper.
"Okay you two, that’s enough," he chuckled helping Biscuit to stand, as she was quite wobbly on her own.
Ignoring the angry gleam in her brown eyes, Raymond shooed Bobbi off and began to harness the ponies for their morning run.

The rest of the day was a general malaise. The heat was too oppressive for much playing outside and Bobbi spent most of the day lounging on the porch steps watching the ponies put through their paces. She watched with slow moving eyes as Biscuit and Cinnamon lugged Raymond around and hauled bits and pieces to and fro while he worked. Firestorm, however, had heavier labors to attend to. She was used in the fields, the gardeners attaching various plows to her harness. She was gleaming with sweat even from the pup’s distant vantage point.