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day, and Tasha's training program for the herd's newest pony
proceeded as outlined.
For the first three days, Effie's "exercise outfit" was always
Prolonged walking on the semi-hard rubber treads of the
treadmill/exercise-machine took their toll on the soles of
Effie's bare feet, but nightly massages from one of her
herd-sisters (or Tasha) helped a great deal. Eventually,
her feet did start "hardening up," as Tasha had said they
- Nudity (which was also her non-exercise outfit);
- Corset-bra-armbinder upper-body-harness; and...
- Bare legs and feet.
Also, her shoulders were getting used to the
arms-folded-behind-the-back position enforced by the
On day four Effie "graduated" to ponygirl boots. She'd
very much feared the things would be like walking in high-heels,
and Effie hated high-heels. However, the black,
lace-up-the-front boots with horseshoe-shaped soles and elevated
heels proved to be surprisingly, uh, "comfortable." The
permanent on pointe design took some getting used to,
and at first it left her with sore calves at the end of the day,
but it wasn't all that extreme and in time she grew
accustomed to them. This was a good thing, as Tasha gave
her absolutely no choice in the matter.
On day five, Tasha decided Effie was ready for her first "full
harness" session, so she added:
The head-harness tightly caged Effie's head and was not her
favorite tack item. On the bright side, her tongue
piercing had more-or-less healed and she'd more-or-less grown
accustomed to the steel post and its two dumbbell end-caps, so
the hard rubber bit didn't cause her a great deal of
trouble—other than making her drool like a leaky faucet down her
chin and all over her chest and boobs. In terms of
humiliation, it was right up there with being led around by her
ponytail (meaning the one on her head). Tasha assured her
that, believe it or not, she would get used to the bit and the
dripping would minimize, once she "got the hang of it."
The blinders or blinkers weren't all that much of a
bother. Lack of peripheral vision wasn't a serious issue
as she clomped on the treadmill. However, the blinders
were yet another added humiliation.
- Head-harnesses with rubber bit and blinders;
- Leather thong-panties that buckled to the upper-body
harness and constituted a lower-body harness; and...
- Effie's very own, personal pony-girl tail that attached to
the back of the thong-panties at the appropriate position
and was a perfect match for her natural hair.
The lower-harness was equally bad, or maybe even slightly worse
than the upper-body harness. It cleaved her butt-cheeks
and pinched her exposed labia together (a little), but the
slot/cutout left her lower lips totally exposed. Also, it
chaffed when she walked, and Tasha was making sure she did a lot
of walking. Much to Effie's distress (or something),
this meant crotch massages with cedar-scented lotion and/or
liniment joined foot massages as part of her nightly aftercare.
As for the rest of Effie's routine...
Meals were usually communal, prepared by pairs of ponygirls
working together according to a schedule posted on a bulletin
board in the Stable Kitchen. This didn't exempt the "cook
ponies" from exercise, of course. Cooking was an added
duty. Effie joined the cycle and proved herself to be an
adequate cook. She did her best, and she was learning
(as well as slowly getting into the best shape of her
life.) And food was important. A delicious meal was
a minor escape from their daily training and the added drudgery
of sweeping, periodically cleaning and polishing the ponygirl
tack, laundering the bed linen (which took the form of
sheet-like cotton envelopes that slid over the mattress-pads in
the sleeping stalls), and doing any other work required to meet
Tasha's demanding standards of stable cleanliness (and thereby
And speaking of sleeping stalls, Tasha also had a schedule,
known only to herself, that paired off the ponies at bedtime as
she locked them into the stalls. Effie got to know all
of her herd-sisters very well—but not in
the biblical sense. Night after night, one at a time, she
shared a mattress-pad with each and every one of her
herd-sisters, with both of them wearing nothing but their
collars. The mattress-pads in question were something
between twin and full-size, so some degree of what Effie decided
to think of as "cuddling" was inevitable. However, there
was no making out or gratuitous intimacy. The nightly
pairings were all "innocent sleep overs." Tasha hadn't
made a no "pony-on-pony sex" decree, or anything like it, but
Effie just didn't swing that way... much... for now.
Anyway, she was paired with one of her herd-sisters night after
night after night, and never with the same "partner" two nights
in a row.
Effie noted that whenever Tasha decided Jana and Lolita would be
spending the night together, the ginger and
brunette-with-the-pageboy noticeably perked up. They were
casual about it, of course, but not casual enough.
Everyone, meaning the rest of the herd and Tasha, were
in on the adorable little cuties' secret: they were in
love. Effie thought it was... wait for it... adorable.
It lifted her spirits whenever the two locked eyes and smiled
their dimpled, adoring, and adorable smiles. And it was
nice of Tasha to let them sleep together two or three times a
week... and Effie couldn't believe she was even thinking
about Tasha as being "nice."
And oh-by-the-way, as the herd numbered five ponygirls,
there were was always one odd-ponygirl-out with respect to the
nightly cuddling; however, so far, Tasha hadn't made Effie sleep
alone. The leftover herd-sister was always one of the
others. Effie didn't know the odd ponygirl's fate—until
the news hit the ponygirl gossip circuit that Tasha was now
sleeping with a pony every night, as opposed to every
now and then as had been the case prior to Effie's
arrival. None of them knew why, and Tasha certainly wasn't
And there was a ponygirl gossip circuit. Tasha
only set their collars on hush-mode (as opposed to
inside-voice-mode) now and then, and on an unpredictable
basis. Why the periodic collar-enforced verbal blackouts
were imposed was another mystery, but Effie thought it was just
Tasha being a dirty-rotten-meanie. Anyway, most of the
time Effie and her herd sisters were "free" to chat. They
filled her in on the details of their former lives and she
returned the favor. The chats also amplified her
understanding of the details of ponygirl life at The Ranch.
And as for never being chosen to share Tasha's bed, Effie didn't
know if she was relieved or offended. Okay, she was
relieved, but nobody likes being an eternal wallflower... not
that "wallflower" was an good metaphor for not being chosen to
involuntarily share the bed of a beautiful amazon meanie.
And then, there were Effie's nipples.
After two weeks, the band-aids came off for the last time.
Tasha thoroughly (and meticulously) cleaned Effie's boobs.
Then, after careful (and meticulous) inspection, she confirmed
that Effie's nipples were officially healed and her "pretty new
rings" were ready for "use" (which Effie didn't find at all
ominous). Effie had been in full harness at the time,
and was unable to interfere with the final unveiling, cleaning,
and inspection, but her glowering, bit-gagged expression made
her feelings on the matter quite clear. For the
moment, Tasha didn't outfit her rings with bells or weights or
anything, for which Effie was grateful, so the steel accessories
just... dangled there. Afterwards, when Effie rejoined the
herd without her formerly ubiquitous band-aids, her herd-sisters
didn't make a fuss or even say anything. They all had
Also, as Jana explained while Effie was helping her cook the
herd's supper, the dreaded bells were only deployed when The
Dragon Lady made one of her visits, which (thankfully) hadn't
happened since Effie had joined the herd. Also, in Jana's
opinion, the bells weren't that bad. The tinkling was
irritating, but they didn't weigh all that much. Effie
suggested the Dragon Lady probably ordered their use for the
purpose of humiliation, and Jana agreed.
So, Effie's ponygirl routine was:
And the routine never changed... until one evening when it did.
- Ponygirl exercise (on the treadmill and after she
graduated to boots, around the outdoor track);
- Sweeping and cleaning;
- Ponygirl exercise;
- Cooking meals;
- Ponygirl exercise;
- Group showers;
- Ponygirl exercise;
- Sleeping in pairs and gossiping;
- And ponygirl exercise—lather, rinse repeat (especially
with respect to the group showers).
been some sort of ground beef/potatoes casserole accompanied by
steamed vegetables, but it hadn't been Effie's turn to cook and
serve so she wasn't sure of the culinary details. Her
tummy was comfortably full and she was ready to get paired off
with one of her herd-sisters so they could hit the ol'
It didn't happen.
Jo was paired with Olivia and locked in a stall. This made
made Olivia happy (in a politely understated English manner, of
course), and it was clear that Jo wasn't exactly displeased.
Next, Jana was paired with Lolita and they were locked
in a stall. They didn't even try and hide their happiness
And that left Effie. Gulp! Naked, collared,
and with her hands atop her head (as per standard ponygirl
protocol), she stared up at Tasha and struggled to keep her
expression neutral and to calm her thumping
heart. With respect to her heart rate, she had limited
Tasha, smiling as usual, took hold of Effie's ponytail and led
her to Tack Room #1.
Effie was confused. The sun had set and she'd already done
her daily exercise, both morning and afternoon
sessions. But whatever was happening, she stood passively
and "allowed" Tasha to outfit her with an upper-body-harness...
followed by a head-harness-bridle, bit, and blinders. And
that was it. No boots and no
lower-body-thong-panties-harness. Effie remained bare from
the waist down.
Then, Tasha opened a wall-mounted cabinet and produced—Gulp!—a
thin, 6" steel rod with a ½" ring welded to each end and a ½"
D-ring welded to the center, and dangling from the end rings
were a pair of tiny steel clips. It was a scaled-down,
one-pony version of the training-at-the-bar apparatus she'd seen
in use at the exercise track, the apparatus that linked pairs of
her herd-sisters to a light chain and "supplemented" their reins
while they clomped around the track!
"Sorry about this, Effie," Tasha said quietly as she snapped the
clips through Effie's nipple rings. For once, she wasn't
smiling. "I have my orders."
Orders? The bar wasn't especially heavy, but it was
definitely there. Effie locked eyes with her
Tasha sighed and shook her head. "I have no choice,"
She snapped the clip of a leather lead to the D-ring of the rod,
then leaned close and kissed the tip of Effie's nose.
"Follow me, pony, and follow closely." She then
headed for the door to the hallway.
Effie did follow Tasha closely. She had strong
incentive to follow closely.
Tasha strolled and Effie padded down the hallway... through a
door to the outside... and towards the Ranch House. The
sun had fully set and it was a cloudless night with a billion
stars shining down on the path and the surrounding lawn and
"Great Horned Owl," Tasha noted as they approached the house.
"Mrrr," Effie agreed.
They entered the Ranch House. This was the first time
Effie had felt carpet underfoot since the first day of the
beginning of her new career as a ponygirl.
Their destination was a bedroom... a very nice bedroom decorated
in the Modern style, but it wasn't Kyler Drāgon's bedroom.
Effie assumed it was Tasha's bedroom, and as it turned out, she
"Welcome to my bedroom, Effie," Tasha purred. Her smile
Wonderful, Effie sighed. Tasha led her to the
center or the space and pointed at the floor. Effie took
this as instruction to hold her position, so she did.
Tasha had dropped the lead and its wrist-loop now dangled almost
to the floor. Even with the added weight of the lead,
Effie decided she still couldn't characterize the
nipple-rings-to-bar-to-lead arrangement as "bad." Granted,
her nipples were stretched a wee tad, but she could
handle it... so to speak.
Meanwhile, Tasha sat on the end of her bed and removed her boots
and socks... followed by her riding-pants. Then, clad only
in a pair of white bikini-panties and her gray-green tank-top,
she carried everything into a walk-in closet. Seconds
passed... then she reemerged wearing a black and white silk
Effie noted that her handler's legs were as toned and
well-muscled as her arms, and watched as Tasha padded to the
wall and flipped a switch. The hum of a motor sounded
overhead, Effie looked up, and watched as a light chain with a
steel ring at the end slowly descended from a hole in the
ceiling. it stopped just about even with Effie's
navel. Tasha padded forward, unclipped the lead and tossed
it aside, then used the vertical chain's steel clip to replace
it. Now, Effie's nipple-rings were linked to the steel
bar, which in turn was linked to the chain. Gulp!
"Like I said," Tasha sighed, "orders." She padded back to
the wall and once again thumbed the switch.
Effie watched in wide-eyed alarm as the chain slowly ascended,
reeling back onto the drum of the unseen winch hidden above the
ceiling! "Mrrrmpfh!" she complained. The chain
continued shortening... the bar lifted... her nipple-rings
lifted as well... and she had no choice but to stand on
tiptoe! "MRRR!" The motor stopped before Effie was
in danger of being hoisted into the air, but her
heels-off-the-floor stance was now mandatory, and her nipples definitely
Tasha had judged when to stop the motor with exacting
precision... at least from her point of view. She
strolled to the left bedside table, picked up an iPad, and began
tapping the screen.
Effie shuffled uneasily on the plush carpet as Tasha did
whatever the hell she was doing—then her nipples complained and
Effie decided moving in any way was a bad idea.
Suddenly, the big-screen TV across the bedroom came to life—and
the smiling visage of The Dragon Lady appeared. She was in
a luxurious bedroom, reclined against a pile of pillows and
wearing a skimpy, see-through nightie. Her demeanor was
the same as always, in Effie's experience: what most of the
world assumed was the intensity of a successful, type-A
personality, but what Effie now recognized as the fervency of an
obsessed sociopath. Kyler Drāgon was undeniably brilliant,
but unfortunately, she was also a crazy-ass bitch.
"Presented for your convenience, Mistress," Tasha purred as she
gestured at Effie, "one semi-trained pony with fully healed
Kyler frowned. "Why isn't she wearing a punishment
bridle?" she demanded.
"Next on her training agenda, Mistress," Tasha responded.
"She's a feisty one, as you know, and I want to be absolutely
sure her tongue is healed before she experiences the bit-clamp."
Kyler shrugged. "Whatever. Give her a few strokes to
confirm that her tits are as healed as you say they are."
"You doubt me, Mistress?" Tasha chuckled. "You wound me."
Kyler smiled (evilly). "Nobody likes an impertinent stable
mistress," she purred. "Do it."
Tasha set down the iPad, strolled into the walk-in closet... and
returned with a multi-tailed leather flogger.
"Mrrr!" Effie begged, even though she knew it was
pointless. Her eyes widened when Tasha stepped behind her
and—"MRRRF!"—her right butt-cheek exploded with stinging
pain! The first blow was followed by second... then a
third. A total of six blows fell, three on each
cheek. Effie panted through her bit and blinked back
The blows from the flogger had been bad enough, but Effie had
involuntarily flinched and stutter-stepped in position
as each blow fell, and the reactions hadn't done her nipples any
"Did I tell you to stop?" Kyler inquired over the video-link.
Six more blows followed, and now Effie was openly
sobbing with tears streaming down her bit-gagged face.
"That's enough," Tasha stated emphatically as she dropped the
flogger to the carpet.
"Oh, very well," Kyler pouted. "Trainer knows best.
Now, how is your ring inventory?"
Tasha frowned. "Nipple-rings? I think I still have a
Kyler looked thoughtful. "Order more rings
immediately. A lot more. I've decided I
want my ponies to have nose-rings, clitoral hood rings, and
multiple labial rings... by which I mean multiple pussy-lip
rings, of course, not the lips on their pony-faces. And
like their nipple-rings, they all will be permanent and heavy
duty enough for fun."
Tasha blinked in surprise. "Uh... okay."
"I have some people working on an improved harness design that
will incorporate the new piercings," Kyler
continued. "Anyway, order the required rings right
away. I'll get out there when I can, perhaps as soon as
early next month, so shake a leg."
"Yes, Mistress," Tasha responded.
The screen went dark, without the courtesy of a farewell.
Tasha stared at the screen for several seconds... then strode to
the wall, thumbed the switch, and the vertical chain lowered
until Effie could come down off her toes. When the motor
stopped she was standing flatfooted, and with minimal strain on
Tears still dripping down her cheeks, Effie watched as Tasha
strode to the attached bathroom and quickly returned with a
small plastic tube. Her handler/torturer snapped open the
cap, squirted a generous dollop of white lotion onto her left
palm, closed and pocketed the tube, rubbed her hands together,
and began gently, gingerly, working the lotion into Effie's pink
"Mistress has been escalating for the last six months," Tasha
sighed. "Getting more and more extreme in her
demands. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this... but I'm
afraid this gig is over." She worked the lotion into
Effie's offended posterior for about a minute, then strolled
back into the bathroom.
Effie was alarmed, to say the least, and her heart was beating
like a drum. Multiple piercings? And what does
Tasha mean about her 'gig' being over? She heard
water splashing in the bathroom and surmised Tasha was washing
her hands. Oh-by-the-way, the lotion had helped, but her
butt was still throbbing.
Tasha returned, drying her hands with a small towel. She
used the towel to gently pat Effie's tear-stained cheeks, then
tossed it onto a chair and strolled to a framed painting of a
mountain landscape. The frame was mounted on hinges and
swung open to reveal a steel wall safe. Tasha punched a
code into the safe's cypher-lock, turned the handle, opened the
door, and produced a cellular phone. She inserted a SIM
card, turned on the phone, tapped in a number, then held it to
There was a brief pause... then Tasha spoke. "Krystal
Flambeau, please." There was another pause. "Ms.
Flambeau," she continued, "your system recognizes my number, of
course." (Pause.) "Yes. I've decided to accept
your offer, the offer that, as I recall, you termed 'the best
offer I was likely to get?' I assume it's still
good?" (Pause.) "Good. Give me a few hours,
then I'll turn this phone back on so you can trace the
location. Acceptable?" (Pause.) "Very
well. Good night." Tasha turned off the phone,
immediately pulled the SIM card, then returned the phone and
card to the safe. She then turned to Effie and
smiled. It wasn't her usual smile. There was a
noticeable element of... melancholy? That said, it was
Effie stared back. What the hell is happening?
Tasha padded to Effie and embraced her from the side and put
left arm around Effie's waist, then used her right hand to
carefully release the horizontal bar's tiny clips, freeing
Effie's nipple rings. She then lifted Effie into her arms,
carried her into bathroom, and plunked her down on the
commode. "Tinkle," she ordered.
Despite Effie's anxious state, she found she actually did have
to go, so she did. Once she'd accomplished her mission,
Tasha lifted her to her feet, used a wet washcloth to gently
clean her face, as best as the head-harness and bit would allow,
then lifted her into her arms, once again, and carried her to
the bed, turned down the covers, pulled off her happi-coat robe,
and tossed it aside.
Tasha was wearing nothing underneath, apparently having shed her
tank-top and panties back in the walk-in closet. In short,
was totally nude. And not that it came as anything even
vaguely resembling a surprise, in Effie's opinion, naked
Tasha entirely lived up to the promise of her bare arms and bare
legs. She was magnificent! Unfortunately,
given the current crisis, Effie discovered that an objective,
aesthetic appreciation of her handler's feminine curves and
toned physique was low on her list of priorities.
Soon, just as Effie had feared would happen, she found herself
flat on her back on the mattress, side-by-side with Tasha, and
held in her handler's tight embrace. Also, Tasha had
produced a wand-type cordless vibrator from somewhere—Gulp!—and
was using it to pleasure herself! Yes, to pleasure herself!
She was sliding the buzzing wand up and down her own
pussy! Effie was... she decided to go with
"appalled." She certainly wasn't disappointed or
jealous... if jealous was the right word. After all, Tasha
could shift her attention (meaning the wand) to Effie at any
That's right, the buzzing rubberized knob was now gliding up and
down Effie's labia... pressing against her clitoris...
then gliding again! "Mrrrrrrr!"
"Hush, my little pony," Tasha purred, then kissed Effie's right
ear and nibbled on its lobe. "I assumed this would be the
first of many opportunities for us to play together,"
she sighed, "but now, as the fates would have it, it will be our
first and last."
Tasha's buzzing wand continued exploring some of Effie's absolutely
favorite nerve endings. She squirmed and
fought, thrashed her bare legs, and tried to pull away, but
Tasha controlled her easily... and the "ordeal" continued.
Tasha was playing her like a fiddle... like a Stradivarius!
And finally... after several long minutes (or less)... the
inevitable happened. Effie shuddered, mewled through her
gag, and experienced a crushing orgasm!
The gasping, panting, sweating ponygirl lay in Tasha's arms,
recovering from the experience... and Tasha let her.
Finally, after about a minute, Effie found the strength to glare
at her handler.
"There's my feisty little pony," Tasha purred. "That was
the first of many to come before dawn, but first, I
have unfinished business to complete." And with that, she
reapplied the wand to her pussy and resumed pleasuring herself!
Effie stared up at the bedroom ceiling, still panting and
What the hell is going on? Effie wondered.
What's gonna happen tomorrow?
arrived as usual, but it was far from what Effie could call a
usual morning, not even by the questionable standards of The
For one thing, Effie was only marginally rested, having been
repeatedly teased to orgasm by Tasha and her magic wand for what
felt like half the night. For another, she was feeling
funky and sore from sweating and sleeping in her
upper-body-bra-armbinder, and her bridle-head-cage with bit-gag
wasn't doing her face and head any favors either. Finally,
there was the issue of what the hell was going on?
The Dragon Lady had gone bat-shit crazy via Skype? She
wanted to pierce just about everything not already pierced that
wasn't already pierced and could be pierced on
Effie and her herd-sisters? Tasha was making mysterious
calls on a burner-phone and lamenting the loss of her
"gig?" What does it all mean?
Tasha dragged Effie into the bathroom and watched and waited
while she used the commode. Effie assumed Tasha's next
item of business would be clean her up somehow, although she
recognized that being freed from the harness and bridle so she
could enjoy a hot shower was probably too much to hope
for. And the least Tasha could do was give her a sponge
bath with a wet washcloth, harness and all, right?
Wrong. Instead, the funky, unwashed ponygirl was led back
into the bedroom and watched as Tasha dressed in panties, jeans,
a black tank-top, socks, and a pair of kletter-style hiking
boots. Tasha not in stable-mistress
uniform? It was yet another deviation from Ranch
routine. Then, Effie was hustled from the bedroom, through
the Ranch House, and down the path to the stable.
The sun was up and a pleasant day was dawning. There were
a few clouds in the brightening sky and the air was still cool,
but weatherwise it was shaping up to be a good day... not that
Tasha's destination turned out to be the Gazebo Cage, the
semi-circular covered porch built onto the far side of the
Stable with its central post and barred, screen-cover wall, the
space there Effie met Jana for the first time and they watched,
intermittently, as Jo clomped around the exercise track.
Effie watched sullenly as Tasha lifted the long chain dangling
from the iron ring set in the top of the post and used one of
her clever little two-ended padlocks to attach the ring on the
front of Effie's collar to the chain's terminal ring.
And then... Tasha left, closing and locking the door behind
Effie stared at the back of the door. Her anxious
uncertainty continued to simmer. Unfortunately, the
yoga-mat-pad she'd shared with Jana during her first Gazebo Cage
visit (incarceration) was gone, no doubt properly stowed in a
storeroom, elsewhere in The Stable. Effie settled her rump
on the hard concrete floor and rested her back against the hard
wooden post. It was the best she could do to get
comfortable while she waited. And wait she did...
something like twenty minutes... or maybe a little more.
And then—Click!—the door opened and Jo and Olivia padded
across the threshold with Tasha close on their heels. The
two Brits were "dressed" in the same manner as Effie:
Corset-bra-armbinder upper-body harness, head-harness-bridles,
and ponygirl collars. They seemed equally confused by the
break in routine, but (thanks to the threat of their collars)
followed Tasha's instructions, padded to the post, and stood on
either side of Effie.
Tasha smiled at Effie. "Stand," she ordered.
Effie glowered, heaved a sigh, and scrambled to her bare
feet. It was then that she noticed the generous coil of
thin, brownish-tan cord in Tasha's right hand.
"Face the post," Tasha ordered, and the three ponies followed
her instructions. Tasha shook her head. "Wrong
order," she purred. "Effie, Jo, Olivia."
All three ponygirls rolled their eyes, then shuffled their
positions and implemented Tasha's decree.
And then, to her ponies surprise and pouting disapproval, Tasha
stepped forward, kept hold of one end of the coil of cord,
dropped the remainder to the floor, then threaded the end of the
coil through Effie's left nipple-ring... followed by her right
nipple-ring. Jo's left and right nipple tings were next,
then by Olivia's left and right rings. Tasha then strolled
around the post, pulled the two ends of the coil together on the
far side of the post, pulled out the overwhelming majority of
the slack, and tied a knot.
This left the three herd-sisters standing and facing the post
with their nipple-rings and the cord very nearly touching the
post! Obviously, the three disgruntled ponygirls weren't
going anywhere. They swiveled their heads and glared at
their handler. Tasha was being unnecessarily mean, without
Effie noted the cord holding them captive was nylon, about 4 mm
in diameter, and with a woven sheath. She believed it was
called "parachute core" and was available in a thousand
different colors, but this particular coil was what she
suspected was called... "military brown?" Anyway, she knew
the cord was strong, whatever its color. It slid
freely through her nipple rings, although she experienced an unsettling
vibratory sensation when Tasha had pulled on the coil, the
cord slithered, and she added Jo and Olivia to the string.
And now, the trio was strung together like freshly caught
trout—by their nipple-rings! Effie added the situation to
her growing list of humiliating handling techniques.
Also... they were going to be standing and facing the post until
Tasha untied the knot.
Tasha smiled, overtly and irritatingly pleased with her
handiwork, then turned and left the Gazebo Cage, once again,
closing and locking the door. Click!
Effie gazed at Jo and Olivia. Jo and Olivia gazed at
"Mrrrf?" Effie inquired.
"Mrrrf," Jo answered.
Olivia nodded and added her concurrence. "Mrrrf."
Good, Effie thought, our collars are all set on
'inside voice mode' and we can... talk... after a fashion.
The problem, of course, was the rubber-bits cleaving their
mouths. The gags severely limited their ability to
communicate. Even if Effie tried talking through the bit
cleaving her mouth to brief them about what had happened in
Tasha's bedroom last night, she seriously doubted she'd be able
to make herself understood.
Having nothing else to do, Effie, Jo, and Olivia explored their
predicament. They found they could twist and turn a
little—carefully—but shuffling around the post didn't seem like
a good idea. Also, it would be pointless.
The minutes ticked by... and then—Click!—the door opened
and Jana, Lolita, and Tasha entered.
The herd exchanged questioning glances, and once again Effie was
frustrated by her inability to explain what she knew—and didn't
know—about what was happening, and/or to ask questions.
Not unexpectedly, Tasha led the newcomers to the post, untied
the knot in the brown-tan cord, and added Jana and Lolita to the
string. The order around the post was now
Effie-Jo-Olivia-Lolita-Jana-Effie. Jana was on Effie's left and
Jo on her right. The herd watched, or rather, did their
best to watch as Tasha tied another knot in the cord—but this
time there was a significant difference. Tasha played out
all the slack in the cord, then took her time and tied a tight,
well-compacted knot with minimal free ends.
As the total length of the coil was something like thirty feet,
the herd-sisters now had significant slack. They were
still standing in a circle and facing the post, of course, but
now their tits weren't hugging the post. Could
be worse, Effie sighed.
Tasha stepped close to Jana and whispered in her ear.
Effie couldn't hear what Tasha was saying, but Jana's eyes
widened as she listened intently. Then, Tasha kissed the
tip of Jana's nose, stepped close to Lolita, and repeated the
process. Next, Olivia received a whispered message and a
nose-kiss... then by Jo. And finally, it was Effie's turn.
"I wish we had more time," Tasha whispered. "You would
have made a magnificent pony, Effie, and we only got to
play together once. Such a pity." And with
that, she kissed the tip of Effie's nose, as she had the others.
Effie blinked in surprise. Tasha's tone had been... warm
and sincere? Go figure.
The herd-sisters watched as Tasha stepped to the door, then
turned and paused in the threshold. "Well... this is
goodbye, my little ponies. I'm sorry it has to end like
this." She then closed the door and engaged the
The herd-sisters stared at the closed and locked door, then
shifted their collective gaze at one another.
Effie noted her herd-sisters were wide-eyed and anxious, and she
assumed her expression was the same way. 'Goodbye?' she
thought. 'Sorry it has to end like
this?' Tasha isn't just abandoning us like this,
is she? Not naked, bound, gagged, and
helpless... is she?