Chapter Four

Mandy's life took on a surreal quality, as she awkwardly tip-toed her way through the days in her uncomfortable ponygirl shoes. The only things she could be really sure of, were that her bottom was going to be well-roasted by the end of the day, and her pussy and breasts would be just as sore, only for very different reasons. Aaron had kept himself away from her – he hadn't taken her again – for three days, to give her time to heal. But he hadn't relented on the punishments or the molestations of her person one bit. He and Ted were at her all the time – she probably was brought to at least four orgasms a day – usually more like six. And they were tailored entirely to her tastes. Each of the men had made themselves complete experts in her responses. They didn't just strive to bring her off, they watched and listed and smelled and touched and paid excruciating attention to what made her writhe and groan, like an animal, in the back of her throat, and then they did it to her again and again.

One of the things that they had definitely hit the bulls eye on in regards to what literally made her drip – besides those awful spankings – was to be spoken to in their rumbly, masculine voices, Aaron's in particular; to be guided or cajoled or almost scolded into an orgasm made her cum faster than almost anything else. Amanda thought to herself, though, that at this point, Aaron could recite a grocery list and she'd be most of the way there. It seemed she existed at a constant, mid-level arousal point, and if she took the time to analyze it, which she rarely did, because they kept her so blasted busy and so concerned about where the next sharp whack was coming from, she'd have to say that it was because of how turned on the very idea of her own captivity was to her. Her position as a ponygirl made her wet at just the thought, and she was living it! All of the accoutrement was all around her, along with two very strict, sexually appealing grooms, whose hands were constantly either in the process of punishing her, pleasuring her, or taking care of in some inherently intimate way.

The hardest thing Amanda had to come to grips with was not the fall of the cane or the humiliating inspections of her person, but rather the idea that she liked this situation, indeed, she was rapidly coming to crave it.

She was very slowly coming to terms with what was going to be demanded of her for the rest of her life, although the occasional contemplation of that idea left her feeling numb. From this point on, her destiny was to be driven forward in the high stepping walk they required, eyes forward at all times, her own nudity and the images of the way she was kept on lewd display blatantly confronting her at every turn. Mandy hated the way she was forced to walk, and even more so when they upped their requirement to a faster paced trot that made her firm, round breasts jog up and down pendulously, which the men obviously adored; every man around the ring stopped to watch her.

That day, about her seventh in captivity, was filled with firsts. Aaron and Ted had made her break into a high-kneed trot for the first time, on a lunge line that Aaron was holding, requiring that she trot in a circle around him, as Ted ran along beside her providing "encouragement" with a long ruler-like paddle to the backs of her thighs. She was "decorated" for the first time, which only served to humiliate her more, using amethysts to go with her purple theme. Two large, heavy, teardrop-shaped pendants hung off her nipples from tight gold clamps that made her cry when they were applied and six more that draped from clips attached to her vaginal lips. Mandy was allowed to stand for a while, right after they put those horrid things on her, as the two of them looked her up and down, trying to decide if she needed more. She ended up with wide arm bands of amethysts on her upper arms, as well as spatz-like showers of them draped over her hooves, but not low enough to trip her, of course.

Amanda hated the blasted things; they pinched her nipples terribly, and she'd certainly never had anything hanging from her nether lips in her life, although the ones attached there didn't really hurt much.

It was also the first morning that she was put into a true ponygirl harness in preparation for eventually pulling a sulky. She had already been trained to the bit, which had gone better than Aaron had expected, frankly. He figured someone was going to lose a finger or two to this feisty filly, but he was quite happy to be wrong. She had been in a bridle for some time. There was a method to his madness of having the newcomers put into a bit-less bridle before they were even awakened, and all he'd done once her gums had healed, really, was have Ted hold her nose closed, then snap the bit into place once she'd opened her mouth, however stubbornly. Now, she'd fussed, of course, shaking her head once it was in place and trying to dislodge it, and playing with it in her mouth to discover how well seated it was, but she'd taken to reining by him beautifully. Aaron was an expert driver and had a light, but firm, touch on the reins. He couldn't wait to get a cart behind her and watch her go.

The purple leather harness with solid gold accents was a fairly elaborate series of leather straps that went over a pony's shoulders and around her breasts, leaving them entirely bare, of course, but accenting them very nicely, especially with the contrast between the gleaming purple leather and Mandy's pampered milky white skin. Side straps ran down her flanks, to form a garter across her hips, with one strap splitting her down the natural crease of her body. The extremely supple leather strap that invaded her slit was specially designed to hold her lips open and keep her cheeks apart in the back, thus leaving her bare little cunny and bottom holes flaunted brazenly for everyone to see. At show, her whole crease and her nipples, as well as her mouth, would be rouged red for further emphasis.

She was also introduced for the first time to her ponytail. Now, Aaron loved to see a woman with a tail – it just kind of completed the ensemble for him – but there were issues of hygiene and comfort, even though he had had the most comfortable ones possible designed specifically for the Stables, along with some that were distinctly designed to be uncomfortable for those ponygirls who needed to be taught a nasty lesson. The first one that Aaron presented to Mandy's bottom, once it was buckled and snapped into its pretty ponygirl harness, was the smallest available. The harness itself gave Mandy no choice but to show her pinkish brown hole as it lifted and separated her already crimson bottom cheeks, so the tail was easy enough to insert. Ted had her head, giving it a gentle tug and saying, "Bend," at the same time. Mandy did as she was told and bent over, but took a small step away from Aaron as soon as he put the tip of the plug against that tight opening.

Aaron smacked her bottom sharply, enjoying the way her generous flesh wobbled within its leather frame as his handprint went from a yellowish white to a bright red on her skin. "Steady, Mandy," he said sternly. He motioned for Ted to give him the reins, which he wrapped around his free hand, pulling her head back sharply and making her chomp at the bit as it was yanked cruelly back against her tender lips and sensitive teeth. Her arms were, as usual, bound tightly across her back, as useless as a penguin's vestigial wings. Aaron shortened her hobbles, and then tightened the reins even further, making her crane her head most uncomfortably. Finally, he nodded to Ted, who had already read his boss's mind about what Aaron wanted: as Mandy's back was forcibly arched, those big firm breasts jutted into even greater prominence, the amethysts dangling coyly, as if begging to be fondled. Ted grabbed a hold of them in a grip that was anything but gentle, digging his fingers well into the ample, soft flesh, making Mandy jerk away from him at just the same time Aaron pressed the tail-plug into her little bottom. It was seated within her before she knew it, looking absolutely gorgeous as the maker had matched the color of her mane perfectly.

She issued a long, low groan of frustration and humiliation, but Ted continued to massage her breasts in that kneading manner, careful not to dislodge the nipple decorations, as Aaron kept her in position for a while, with her head pulled back to offer those tender morsels to Ted's cruel, greedy hands.

Although she had already learned to walk proud as a ponygirl, the tail threw her gait off, and she got blistered more often than she had been in days for her walking, because it so distracted her. Also, the harness they put on her was one for the ring, and it had little chimes all over it that tinkled whenever she moved – she sounded like a walking wind chime! It drove her crazy, but there was nothing she could do about it but try to concentrate, which is what they were saying to her as they scolded her soundly, beating her bottom crisply with nearly every step she took.

In that first week, she had been spanked, paddled, caned and belted so often that Aaron decided to try something else as a method of punishment. When she rebelled – even just that slightest step – about receiving her tail, Aaron had taken her back to her stall, still in her tail, still with those awful pinching clamps on her most sensitive spots – and put her on all fours. Not in a "display" position, just all fours. He also put her in the head stock for the first time, which she rapidly discovered she hated and was glad he didn't use very often, but it suited his purpose this time, because she would not be able to lower the front half of her body one iota while she was in the stock – and therein lay the catch.

As he began to punish her, she didn't realize at first what he and Ted were doing. It didn't seem like much of a punishment at first. They were wrapping something soft, and somewhat stretchy, around the base of each breast. Ted had come up with this punishment, and it was highly effective and – as long as it was well timed – left no marks on the mare's body at all, but none of the mares it was used on ever doubted that they were being seriously disciplined. He whistled while he bound Mandy's breast tighter and tighter. The material they were using was like nylon, with nothing that would break the skin, but it would pinch and crush it horribly instead, restricting the blood flow beneath those seemingly innocuous bindings. Both he and Aaron were careful to get as far down the breast – close to the body – as possible before they began to tie her udders, and they made the loops around them very restrictively tight. Each of them made three passes around the base of the udder, before tying the strips of material off. Those straps served no other purpose in this facility, other than to bind a naughty ponygirl's breasts when they'd been disobedient. And Mandy was going to be taught yet another lesson.

Aaron had decreed to all of the staff at their weekly meeting – and had reiterated it to the grooms and trainers at their daily meeting – that nothing Mandy did wrong was ever to be overlooked; that she was to be severely reprimanded for any and all infractions of the rules, any and all hesitancy in doing exactly as she was told. So, although he could have overlooked the fact that she'd tried to avoid the insertion of her pretty tail with one very tiny step, he wouldn't have wanted anyone else to, so he wasn't about to let it go. She was going to be punished harshly for even the smallest of mistakes. She needed that strictness, and he would gladly provide it for her.

And she was going to enjoy every horrible, humiliating second of it.

When they were through, the already generous globes of her breasts had been cinched tightly at the bottom and were, therefore, forced into a more exaggerated prominence than ever. Then Ted and Aaron assisted her out of the head stocks for just a short time, helping her to her feet to stand in a very specific place, where ankle stocks replaced the headstocks she was just in. Her arms were unbound then rebound around a thick pole that was laid across her back, and secured into the wall on each side with a click, then her wrists were buckled into restraints that were attached to a thick leather garter belt. She was going nowhere, but her breasts, as always, were front and center, huge and red, throbbing already, only a few minutes after they'd been tied. She knew exactly how obscene her breasts looked, and how titillating she looked all bound as she was, because Aaron had put almost a whole wall of full length mirrors in her stall, and once he'd stepped out from in front of her, she was confronted head on with a picture of herself in that ignominious position. Somehow the bastard had figured out how much she hated to see what was being done to her – how shameful her current situation was with those obscenely bound breasts swelling up tautly within their restricted confines, still dripping gems and framed by gleaming gold and purple patent leather.

Ted stood to one side, his arms folded across his chest, no sympathy on his face at all for her plight. In fact, he was almost grinning at the sight of her.

Aaron stood in front of her, a thin rod in his hand, less than half an inch thick and probably a foot to a foot and a half long, that looked like a director's baton. "You're going to be wearing a ponygirl tail quite often from now on, Mandy. Maybe the next time one is given to you, you will remain still for its insertion." He reached out and slowly pulled off each of those clamping tassels the hard way, without releasing the pressure, just pulling back on the large, teardrop gem itself – oh, God, that hurt! "You're going to find out right now that there are more ways to punish you than just to blister that naughty bottom of yours."

And then that little stick began to fall on those swollen globes, and she began to howl with the agony it created from the outset.

It fell rapidly and unforgivingly. Aaron's face was entirely passive throughout – the exact opposite of Mandy's. The only part of her body that she could move was her head, and she thrashed it about in earnest, but there was no possible way for her to avoid those sharp, stinging blows as they snapped down on her rapidly reddening fleshy spheres. Not only did the little baton leave thin welts criss-crossing all over her poor captive breasts, but any such blows only emphasized how tightly restricted they were. They were swelling painfully, just because they were bound. The skin of those straining globes was so taut that each vicious stripe he issued threatened to split them wide open but, of course, that was not going to happen. Nothing that traumatic was going to rescue her from watching herself – even inadvertently – be subjected to this severe session of breast discipline. Aaron had gotten an "A" in that class in grooms' training. He enjoyed punishing a mare's udders enormously, although it had still been Ted's idea, originally, about the binding. Aaron had been the first one to put them together in this most satisfying manner. It certainly satisfied the grooms plenty, and it always did the trick on a disobedient ponygirl.

He didn't neglect those already sore nipples, either. He had another implement just for them; it was a small paddle-like thing with a raised ridge down the middle. Aaron was an expert marksman with it, and he brought it crashing down on her defiantly peaked nipples over and over until, they, too, had swollen horribly and were an abnormal shade of ruby red – but that didn't stop or even slow him. He gave it to those naughty nipples but good, and then he switched back to the baton and positioned it beneath her distorted breasts to flex his whole arm up so as to catch the virgin undersides of her breasts.

It was at about this point in her punishment that Ted circled behind her and slipped his hand between her bottom cheeks, lifting that well-lodged tail and pulling just a little, as a humiliating reminder of its presence up inside her bowels and why she found herself in her current state of abject misery. The stocks kept her legs well spread, for just this ease of access to any orifice her groom might desire. His fingers explored and probed purposefully, and Mandy could see that he'd nodded his head at Aaron, as soon as he discovered how wet she was.

And she was mighty wet.

Aaron and Ted had both smiled with satisfaction and then continued their dual purposes. Aaron snapped that nasty rod up to raise more welts on the bottoms of her breasts, catching them both at the same time, and Ted rooted around more between her legs, seeking and finding her ever-swollen clitty, to rub and pinch it, as she moaned and yelped with a horribly familiar combination of pain and pleasure.

Aaron did not allow any part of her vulnerable udders to escape him – he lathered the top, sides, and bottom of them, as well as her pouty nipples, and then he started again. Ted dedicated himself to pleasuring her with the same single-minded determination, but he stopped when Aaron stopped – not too far shy of completion for her.

Mandy let out a squeal that was part relief, that there would be no more welts raised on those abused titties of hers, but also part aggravation that Ted had left her hanging. She didn't know which situation was worse, the stinging, burning bee-stung agony of her breasts and nipples, or the achy, agonizing itch to come between her legs. Seconds later, she found herself back on her hands and knees, her head in the stock again, bucking and arching, trying desperately to get out of it, as her arms were bound behind her and away from her body – almost as if she was going to be bred – in a position that left those poor tortured breasts hanging down, still within their cruel bindings, making the blood throb through them in the worst pain she had experienced to date.

Aaron hunkered down beside her, as the tears tracked down her cheeks. In truth, Mandy was in such aching pain that she couldn't even moan or groan, the pain in her distended mammaries having eclipsed any pleasure from Ted's molestation of her pussy. "Now, Mandy, you know that naughty ponygirls in my Stables get punished when they disobey. And you know that you get punished worse than anyone else, don't you? So you're going to have to stay like this for a half an hour." As he spoke, he was reattaching those awful clamps. The condition her breasts and nipples were in made that an absolute agony, but all she could do was cry harder. Then he left her alone with her misery, as he and Ted stood outside her stall and waited.

"I've never seen anyone like her, boss," Ted whispered. "You came down on her pretty hard, and those udders are pretty torn up, but she just kept getting wetter through the whole thing!"

"Yeah, she's an interesting mare, isn't she?" Aaron was so rock-hard, he didn't know if he could stand it. He thought he might have to relieve himself with her, but didn't want to reward her in any way. He snorted to himself. As explosive as he felt right now, he probably wouldn't last through the first stroke that carried him into her before spurting his load into her depths! God, she was so tight and wet and hot when he entered her – he'd still kept himself away from her mostly, though. Since he'd bred her for the first time, he'd only taken her twice, just to make sure she had time to be completely healed, although he'd inspected her carefully and hadn't found any evidence of infection or irritation.

Oh, God, those inspections were going to be the death of him, too! Twice a day after she'd been groomed, and again if he'd bred with her, he put her head down low and jacked her bottom up, using flashlights and mirrors and the instruments he trusted the most – his hands and his eyes – to check her out. Mandy hadn't liked that at all, and it had gotten her a good thrashing on her plump bottom afterwards for being excessively fidgety during an inspection.

For the entire half hour, every five minutes or so, one or the other of them went back into the stall to check her heavy, bursting udders to make sure there wouldn't be any permanent damage. They looked terribly swollen and painful, and indeed even if her agonized moans had died down to whispers, she began to whimper as soon as she saw them coming towards her, because she knew they were going to handle those artificially plumped out boobs of hers, and they did, hefting them and pulling them, checking the bindings to make sure they hadn't loosened at all, as they were wont to do while a mare's breasts were hanging down.

But she was fine for the whole half hour, as they'd known she would be, and when they both came in, Ted began to remove the strips of material, while Aaron took out his engorged cock. The unrestricted flow of blood back into her breasts made Mandy groan and writhe with the exquisitely tortuous pain. After moving that luscious tail to one side and determining digitally that even this torture had made her body respond sexually – his fingers were literally drowned in her fluids – he drove into her with one stroke, making her grunt unbecomingly as her newly opened passage was forced to stretch widely to accommodate him as he plunged and withdrew fast and hard, one hand on her hip, the other pressing that terrible tail further into her in a deliberate rhythm with his own weapon, just to make sure his presence didn't pop it out. All the while Ted was at her breasts. While Aaron was servicing her, he pulled the clamps off her nipples – the hard way - then began to milk and massage her vigorously, which disciplined her nicely because her breasts were already so painful, but it also helped to bring blood back into her flesh, which also hurt her well. It worked nicely all the way around as far as the Stables and her grooms were concerned.

Mandy was beside herself, tormented horribly by the pain in her big, misshapen breasts, but that rod he kept driving up inside her was an even worse threat to her sanity and the way even her bottom hole was occupied and raped – it felt astonishingly good to her, embarrassingly so, making her whole body suffuse with a bright blush at how warm the area around him was growing as he dragged himself in and out of her. She was starting to feel the way she felt when they "attended to her," bringing her to multiple orgasms several times each day. Oh, God, was there nothing about this situation that didn't make her want more – more rules, more punishment, more being…bred like an animal?

Just as that familiar tingle was beginning at the bottom of her spine, as he slammed his unforgiving girth and length up into her three more times, his balls slapping against the sides of her pussy, he arched himself up against her and spent himself deep within her – and she was left – again – with no completion.

The rest of her day was much like the others, yet that much worse, because not only was her bottom aflame, but her breasts, too, as they danced up and down while she was forced to walk and trot on command. She was loosed with the other ponies, with those abused boobs leading the way, into the corner she always occupied, still bound as usual. It would be a while before Aaron would allow her the use of her arms around other ponies, more for their own protection than hers. But the others – except for Merry who seemed a glutton for punishment – still stayed away from her, which was exactly as she'd wanted it.

Once she had gotten walking and trotting down in full regalia, she was hooked up to an empty sulky at first, one that had no apparatus for sitting, just so she could become acquainted with how it felt to have something dragging along behind her, and so that she could get used to being guided by the longer dual reins. The bit was a little different, more elaborate, with a pair of reins attached to rings at the sides of her cheeks, and then another pair, attached to the another set of rings that came down from the bit to just below her chin. This way Aaron had even more control over her head.

Both Ted and Aaron were supremely impressed with the way she handled herself in the sulky get-up, which was often frightening for a filly at first, but Mandy performed as if she was born to it…until Ted attached the bearing rein. A bearing rein was used on horses drawing smart carriages in the past. It forced the beautiful beasts to arch their necks while they pulled, which made a prettier display, but made it harder on the horses to do what was required of them. In the case of a pony girl, it pulled their heads back at a rather awkward angle, which appealed to the ponygirl owners and breeders, because it accented the sleek lines of their bodies, packaged and paraded as they were, as well as putting those marvelous udders in magnificent relief, as they wobbled and jiggled their way around the ring. Essentially, it forced the poor girl to lead with her chest, which made it somewhat harder to pull.

Mandy had a terrible time of adjusting to it – she was thrown completely off stride. Aaron and Ted could both see that she was close to tears, but they knew she was trying to please them, having enjoyed her earlier successes and the lavish praise it brought. Neither of them ever punished true effort. They stood in front of the proud, beautiful, yet agitated animal together, as a team, where they knew she could see them even with her blinders on. Ted caught her attention through the haze of her tears.

"Mandy."

She focused her eyes on them, and watched with astonishment as they each cast their crops to the side. "We will help you learn to do this, and you need have no fear of punishment, as long as we see that you are genuinely trying to learn." They both came very close to her, Aaron cupping a wet cheek and Ted a soft shoulder. "We know this isn't easy and it's an awkward stance, but we know you can do it, and we will do everything we can to help you get it. If you can learn this, we believe you'll walk out of that show ring with your conformation title on your first try out."

And they did. The implements went right back into their hands as soon as the training sessions were over, but while she was trying to accustom herself to pulling the cart – eventually with Aaron in it and once with Aaron and Ted in it – she heard suggestions and encouragement and praise, and only felt very, very occasional hand smacks to her bottom. That first day when she tried so hard to please them and didn't necessarily do the best job of it, once they'd gone around the ring a few times using helpful encouragement and praise, Aaron and Ted had gotten her out of the sulky contraption and had done something that made her cry harder than anything they'd done to her before – they'd hugged her tightly.

Aaron had done it first, pulling her into his arms and crushing her against him, whispering into her ear how proud he was of her and that she was going to knock them dead in the ring. Ted had done and said roughly the same thing, telling her how beautiful she'd looked, even though Mandy knew she'd looked as awkward and clumsy as she'd felt. Then Aaron had taken her back in his arms and just rocked her there for a minute, stroking his hand down her flank possessively and telling her what a good ponygirl she was.

Mandy couldn't hug them back, of course, but she adored being held – she hadn't realized how much she missed that kind of contact. And it didn't really matter to them whether she wanted to be hugged – or bred or paddled – or not. It was simply another thing they did to her, but Mandy worried about how happy she was to have pleased them finally, and how much she wanted to please them. She was terrified that her personality was changing; that her drive to succeed in whatever environment she was put into was working against her, and her sexual predilection towards submission and masochism wasn't helping her any. She refused to admit that she was getting to like this lifestyle. She couldn't. She wouldn't.

Of course, she still got punished with alarming regularity – she was always doing something wrong. Until now, Aaron was the only man who had serviced her. Aaron was trying to impregnate her. But, as a ponygirl, she had to learn to be handled by other men without flinching – without resisting in any way – especially the judges in a ring, who would disqualify her in an instant if they saw any signs of rebellion. This point brought her a whole new field of welts across her bottom and the backs of her thighs. Her introduction to this concept was quite brutal: she was put at "attention" – arms bound behind her, breasts, of course, thrust out before her, in a harness but not attached to a sulky, wearing pony hooves, but not hobbled, head back, eyes straight ahead. Aaron had given her a general idea of what was coming and a very specific list of what was expected of her – it was things she'd heard a lot before: "A pony girl always stood still whenever she was being touched or serviced or inspected by any man at all, any man, a hand, a groom, a trainer, a potential owner, or a judge. She did not flinch, she did not move, she did not fidget or cry out in any way. She adopted any position they required quickly and without delay." He and Ted stood behind her, stiff leather straps at the ready, as a succession of grooms she had seen around the barn came up to her and deliberately hefted and fondled her breasts, often cruelly twisting her nipples just to see if they could get a reaction out of her. Each man looked directly into her eyes each time, and she was expected to simply stare straight ahead – not look up or down.

The first several men merely did that – touched and massaged her breasts in that painful manner they seemed to all have. The next few did that, as well as running their hands over her body, pinching various places as if they were looking to buy her. Mandy definitely felt like a horse or a slave at auction. One of them made her open her mouth very wide so he could inspect her teeth, poking her tongue and touching her teeth with his big callused finger. She bore all of this in stoic silence, although she did cough and choke a little afterwards, but she wasn't punished for that reaction, in fact Ted went and got her a glass of water to help her recover, and then it was back to attention and more groping.

Eventually, she ordered to "bend and display," which meant she was bent over at the waist so that one such pretend judge or buyer could squat behind her and inspect her most private area. This she had an understandably hard time tolerating, understandably anywhere else, but at Generations Stables, at least. When she balked – jerking upright with a loud squeal and taking several steps away from him - Ted and Aaron caught her upper arms, bent her at the waist again, and let loose with those awful leather straps on her bare butt.

"What did we tell you about not moving while you're being presented and inspected?" Aaron scolded under his breath. He was putting all of his considerable strength into the whacks he was delivering to the naughty girl in front of him.

"A good ponygirl remains quiet and still during an inspection. She makes no sounds, and takes no steps, except those that are ordered by her handlers," Ted added, laying a particularly vicious stroke along the underside of her bottom and making that full, dense flesh wobble beautifully, until Aaron's next smack landed, which sent it jiggling again in a different direction.

Only when they felt any resistance had been thoroughly and completely conquered did they pull her back up and stand her at attention again, tears still dripping down onto those magnificent udders. The next man to walk up to her was a groom from the foaling stables that Aaron was sure she didn't know. He tensed, waiting for her reaction. The first thing he did was wipe away the tears on her cheeks. Evan was an extremely good man, or he would never have made it into the foaling barn. Those guys were highly trained experts at assisting a mare in foal, calming their fears, and assisting in the birth.

Drugs were only used in a birth at Generations if the ponygirl's obstetrician truly thought they were necessary – and that was not very often. Aaron employed a veritable army of medical personnel – indeed, the medical costs of maintaining this particular operation were astronomical; there weren't any HMOs that covered ponygirls. From the moment they were diagnosed as being with foal, the ponygirl was assigned a medical team who saw her through the entire gestational period, so their personal medical team got to know the mare and any medical conditions she might have as well as her temperament and pain tolerance. The mare was given daily medical attention, but her additional groom was also a physician's assistant, specially trained in obstetrics and gynecology.

Evan followed the path of those tears down to her breasts, licking the tears away there, then suckling gently at her incredibly tight nipples, lifting the udder up to latch onto the mare's teat with as complete a seal as he could, mimicking the way a foal nursed. Mandy drew a deep breath and released it in a choppy, convulsive manner, but she didn't move or resist, or even whimper, although she certainly wanted to. What he was doing to her made her skin flush hot, and this strange man made her want even more. A sex flush appeared on her chest above where his head was.

"She likes that, Evan," Aaron said loudly, and there were a few deep chuckles from the men around them.

He switched nipples eagerly, while rolling and pinching the nipple he'd left wet and hard. When she started to breathe heavily, he stopped and stood, moving behind her as Aaron and Ted came to her head, each having exchanged the leather implement for those thin, deadly batons. "Bend and display," Ted commanded. Aaron gave a sharp tug on the reins, and she bent over from the waist, legs well spread, supported at the shoulders by their hands so that her breasts hung down beneath her.

As he squatted behind her, Evan clapped his hands and rubbed them together to warm them up, and then he placed his palms on her roasted bottom and used his thumbs to gently pull apart her vaginal lips. He wasn't being in the least hurtful, but Mandy hated the idea that she was being so closely inspected by a man she didn't even know! A soft whimper escaped her lips, and Ted immediately let fly with his baton on the side and underside of her right breast, lancing welts into her five different times. Then he stood again and went back to supporting her shoulder as if nothing had happened.

Evan hadn't moved – he still held Mandy spread wide open. She heard something snapping behind her, and felt a slickened, gloved hand reach to the front of the area between her legs to gently pinch and fondle her, deliberately exciting her, feeling along her outer then inner lips, inspecting the rim of her vagina and then very deliberately and slowly removing her pony tail to test and poke at her bottom hole, but not violating it before he stood up and peeled off the glove.

Mandy was incredibly relieved that he had not done something even more mortifying than what she had already been subjected to, like pressing his finger into her bottom or her pussy. She wanted to sob out loud. How could she stand a lifetime of this?

A few minutes later, he squatted again, using the same thumb-prying technique to pull apart her inner lips. "Yep, she's responding."

"Excellent. I kind of thought she would." Aaron said, helping her back up to attention, as a couple of the men whistled upon hearing Evan's pronouncement.

About ten more men, Mandy guessed, were allowed to grope, fondle, molest and inspect her. Some of them knelt behind her and used flashlights to look at her bottom and her pussy, like Aaron had while she was healing from being bred. But finally, it was done, and she was being led back to her stall for some lunch and rest. She was shaking and shivering from reaction, and Aaron patted her arm encouragingly. "For a first time, Mandy, you did pretty well."

The flesh of her breast and bottom wouldn't necessarily agree with that assessment. Every muscle in her body hurt, too. She wondered if she wasn't coming down with something, but there was no real way to tell anyone.

Evan stopped Aaron as he and Ted were leading Mandy out of the ring. "Has she had her ob/gyn done yet?"

"Only a baseline when she came in," Aaron answered, stroking Mandy's back absently.

"If she's being bred already, she needs a regular and a pap."

Ted frowned. "We know. We've been trying to get her in, but with her schedule and your schedules, they haven't meshed yet."

"How's this afternoon around two?"

Aaron and Ted looked at each other, each going through Mandy's schedule in their minds. "Should be okay, see ya then," Aaron replied.

So Mandy was awakened in the middle of her afternoon rest, and strapped into the breeding position within her own stall, head down, arms back, legs splayed apart and genitals on display. Aaron stayed at her head, stroking her cheeks and hair soothingly as Ted hunkered down with Evan to assist if necessary. Mandy heard that now familiar sound of a rubber glove snapping down onto a thick wrist, then she felt him rubbing her clitty again and couldn't help but respond to it – damn these men knew how to touch a woman!

Suddenly, Aaron's hands were no longer at her face. They were reaching for her breasts, pinching her teats tightly and milking them. Between the two of them and their concentrated efforts at her most sensitive spots, she was already breathing hard.

"This one is incredibly responsive!" Mandy could hear the smile in his voice. "You must've been having a lot of fun with her – she was like this even after you whipped her good, as I remember."

There was pride in Aaron's voice as he answered, "Yes, she's very sexually responsive. Stubborn sometimes, but she seems to be coming around."

"Have you had to drug her at all?" They were chatting as if discussing the weather, but each continued to stimulate her purposefully, Evan's fingers gliding over and over the nub that he kept fully exposed to his eager fingers, pulling back it's hood with the fingers of his other hand so that she could not escape the feel of him rubbing directly over the tip of her clit.

"That's it, Mandy, come good for us," Ted encouraged softly, watching Evan's hands as if he wanted to learn some new tips.

Digging his fingers into the soft breast-flesh, making sure he massaged every inch of it, Aaron said, "After the initial capture, we've only used the occasional fussy pills. She's been getting so much exercise in training lately that she falls asleep naturally, especially considering how many times during the day she's brought to orgasm."

"How many is that, usually?"

Aaron and Ted looked at each other, but Ted spoke. "Five to six, on average," he said.

"Full orgasms each time?" the other man asked.

"Yes."

"And she's been bred already?"

"Only to me," Aaron answered.

Evan nodded his head and applied just a bit more KY, despite the presence of ample lubrication from the filly. He preferred artificial lubrication when he was giving a mare a routine sexual/gynecological exam. It was less than a minute later, after he put his hand back on her pebble-like little clitty, that they all watched her convulse on his fingers. "Time?" he asked Ted, who had been keeping track of exactly who long it had taken to bring Mandy to completion from the moment Evan's hands touched her clit for the first time.

"Four minutes."

Evan shook his head. "That's some mare you've got here, guys. And you said she was a capture?" Ted and Aaron nodded. "Jeez, you'd think she was born and bred to this, considering her response time. Impressive."

The rest of the exam was at least as excruciatingly shameful to Mandy. Evan proceeded to press two, and then three, of his thick fingers up into her pussy, driving her forward with the pressure of his invasion. Then he rooted around inside her for a long while, using his free hand to manipulate her tummy and feel her organs. She began to sob again, because what he was doing hurt in both places, her stomach and her little cunny, which was stretched wider than ever by those seeking fingers, the tips of which played gently with her cervix to see if he got any reaction at all.

Mandy seized up, every muscle tense as she bucked violently, against then away, from him involuntarily. Aaron was reaching for his tawse, as was Ted, but Evan waylaid them. "No, this is not something she can be held accountable for in any way. Kinda like an erection from a prostate exam. Some women respond even way up there, some don't feel a thing – your little filly here, not surprisingly at all – could probably be brought to orgasm merely from cervical stimulation, although it's an awkward and unusually hard cum."

"She fainted once, when I brought her off regularly."

Evan's brow went up. "Extraordinary." He patted Mandy's flank in a kindly manner, saying, "Just one more thing up here, baby girl, and then I'll be done with your pretty little cunny." Her tears started flowing again, as she felt the metal blades of a speculum pressed against her opening. Evan slid it all the way into her and ratcheted it wide open, performing the Pap smear quickly and efficiently, and then withdrawing the instrument carefully.

Aaron, who had gone back to holding Mandy's head, tensed a little, and Mandy knew something she wasn't going to like was going to happen next…and it did.

The first thing Evan did was to try to calm her with his first tool, his voice. He spoke in a low tone Mandy had come to think of as a "groom's" voice – deep and firm but reassuring at the same time. "Now, Mandy, I just want you to know what's coming next – so that I'm not sneaking up on you. I'm going to check the insides of your bottom, and I'll do it as carefully and gently as I can, and it'll probably be a little uncomfortable, but it's not a long exam. Try to relax as much as you can, baby, that'll make it easier on yourself." He looked up at Ted and Aaron and caught their eyes with a grin. "Be sure to be nice and quiet and still like a good ponygirl."

Of course, his speech made Mandy instantaneously tense. She hated anyone or anything fooling around with her bottom – fussy pills, or tail plugs or anything. Her sobs increased in volume, but Evan continued regardless, putting a dollop of lube on her little opening, as well as smearing some on his index and middle fingers. "Now, just a little pressure here, Mandy-girl," he warned, as he pressed his index finger against her rosette, hearing her keen long and low.

"Quiet, Mandy," Aaron warned sharply.

Evan twirled his finger around, hearing Mandy's loud sobs change, as he manipulated her insides and forced her to accept this invasion. "Now, Mandy, if you had been quiet as a good ponygirl is supposed to, then I would have stopped right now," he winked at Ted and Aaron. It was a mild stretching of the truth, but kept her from getting a good thrashing from her handlers, he hoped. "But because you cried out when you're not supposed to, I'm going to have to add a finger into this naughty bottom hole of yours. It's gonna stretch you out real good, and it isn't going to feel very nice at all, but that's the price you pay when you disobey." He removed his first finger and lubed both up again - as well as his free hand for future reference - never wanting to take any sort of chance of injury. "You know better than to yelp or thrash around when you're being attended to, don't you? Well, now you know the consequences of doing so when you're at the vet's." Even wrapped his middle finger over his index finger and slowly, carefully pushed them against her sphincter. It opened very reluctantly, as Mandy cried pitifully while she was being violated. Evan kept up the pressure relentlessly until he was past the first knuckle on the bottom finger. "Oh, yes, this is just an awful, intimate, humiliating punishment, isn't it? I wonder if you think it's worse than getting a spanking from your grooms, hmm." Evan let his free hand reach up under her to tickle that still swollen female bump of hers. "You know you pay a price every time you do something naughty, don't you?"

Ted and Aaron flanked her, each manipulating a breast in that excruciating way of theirs. Mandy's sobs reached a fever pitch. She knew they were going to force her to pleasure again, and there was nothing she could do about it as the stranger behind her split her wide open on his huge fingers.

Evan did not stop pushing himself up inside her until he was in up to the first knuckles of his hand – and then he got all the way out and poked all the way in again, with much less involuntary resistance from Mandy. "That's it – this is going to happen – and your body wants it to happen; you're dripping your juices down into my hand, ponygirl. I'm gonna stretch out your bottom hole, Mandy, and I think you like this a lot."

He began to fuck her then, there, where she least wanted him to, leaving and entering her fully each time for a long while until her sobs died down. Then he stood and inserted his fingers way up inside her, until he could go no further, and he began to pulse in and out of her, right up against her anal ring. If Aaron hadn't attached her reins to a toggle in the floor, she would have brought her head up at that.

She wished she could scream no at them, that she didn't want to be anally raped and made to enjoy it, but that was exactly what was happening. Evan's hand was nowhere near her clit any more, he was just standing behind her, driving his slick fingers into her tight little hole, and she was loving it. She was on the verge of an anal orgasm, and she hated that fact, but she knew they would never stop until they reached their goal.

Evan kept up his forceful stabbing; knowing that she'd stretched and relaxed enough to allow him to be a little rougher with her. God, he loved doing this to a pony – it was extremely rare to find one that was as easy to pleasure as this one – and to take such extreme pleasure at having two fingers up her bottom. His cock was bursting against his pants, as he watched her heave and buck and twist and melt in the throes of the orgasm he drove her to, continuing to prod her hard throughout her contractions. "Ah, yes, that's it. Isn't it terribly humiliating to orgasm on someone's hand in your butt? I wasn't touching you anywhere else once I got inside there – that was all you needed was a good hard butt fuck – that's what naughty little ponygirls get when they're disobedient at their vet appointments."

Finally, he withdrew and Mandy collapsed within her bonds, crying and shaking.

"She looks great, gentlemen," Evan commented as he stripped off the KY covered gloves. "She needs to be bred. Mandy's a magnificent animal – she should throw some great foals. But, as you've probably discovered, she's at her best when she's being serviced – one way or the other – or punished. I think you'll find that she does best when she's full of a little one, and/or seed from a stud. Once she's in foal, you can even increase the servicing a little. You know that it's great for a gestating mare to come a lot. It relaxes them, increases endorphins, gets them high naturally, and their responses tend to increase during pregnancy." Evan patted Mandy's bottom. "She's gonna blow you guys away if she gets any more sexually attuned, huh?"

The men laughed and joked – about but not at her - while Mandy tried to recover. She was put back to bed directly after her examination, and Aaron thought she looked exceptionally tired. When they groomed her later and took her temperature, they found it was up a bit. During the night, Aaron was hauled out of bed by a call from Ted, who happened to stop by her stall from visiting another of his mares who had just foaled, and found her feverish and sick.

Mandy had never been so coddled in her life. She was put through another vet visit, but this time from a regular vet not an o.b., who pronounced that she had the twenty-four hour thing that was going around. Aaron and Ted stayed in the stall with her 'round the clock, making sure she was scrupulously clean, offering clear liquids when her tummy settled down, which was rarely with this particularly virulent strain of flu. Aaron kept her head in his lap the whole time, stroking her cheek. When her fever spiked, they wiped her down with alcohol and popped non-aspirin in the form of suppositories into her bottom, making her cry again.

Aaron felt like the most useless person in the world when one of his fillies was sick. He hated it, and when Mandy dissolved into tears as Ted medicated her, he nearly did the same. If it wasn't because of pleasure or punishment, he had a horrible time dealing with a crying female, even a crying female ponygirl. "Shh-shh-shh, Mandy, it's just some medicine to help your fever come down."

Mandy lost track of time; she was so sick. There was just the consistency of Aaron or Ted, always being there with a cooling touch when she was hot, or a hot touch when she was cold. It was two days before they were able to get her tummy to stop rebelling at even just water, and when the vet stopped by, he frowned a lot after examining her and making her cry - even though he didn't really do anything horrible to her – she heard that she might have to be taken to the infirmary if she didn't start getting better because he was worried about dehydration.

Finally, Aaron gave Mandy a spoonful of vanilla yogurt, and it stayed down. Then he gave her a sip of water. And it stayed down. She seemed to be on the road to recovery, but she was so weak it took her several days to fully recover. The first day she was put back on her regular routine of training Aaron didn't even put her in the paddock with the girls – that she still wasn't socializing with anyway – but brought her back to her stall to rest before lunch. That turned out to be an excellent idea, because as soon as he got her settled down on her blankets in the fragrant hay, she dissolved into tears of exhaustion. Aaron stayed with her throughout her rest, holding her and stroking her, even after she fell asleep.

Ted, who had gone to see to his other girls, stormed into the stall, when he saw that Aaron was back in the position he'd been since Mandy'd taken sick.

"She's fine, she's fine," Aaron whispered, knowing Ted had been at least as worried about their charge as he'd been. "Just a little overtired."

Ted let the breath he'd been holding out explosively. "Poor baby."

Despite her illness, they were able to get her ready for her first show within the next couple of weeks. She would be entered in the conformation competition, which was against other ponies as to how they stood and looked within their pony regalia and on a couple pulls of the sulky around the arena, as well as beginning obedience, and the sulky class, which was put on just before the conformation contest. When Aaron had told Ted what he was entering her in, Ted chuckled. They were in the midst of grooming her for the night.

"Well, Boss," he said as he made long, broad strokes through her luxurious mane, "I can see the sulky, that'll give her a chance to show off her mane, and she does pull fairly well, although I doubt she'll title in it. And the conformation, well," the pride shown through his voice, as he talked about the beautiful animal beneath his hands, "she'll take tops in that, I can tell you here and now." He had to laugh again as he asked, "But obedience? This one?"

Mandy shook her head within her halter, stomping her front foot down hard. These were perfectly acceptable ponygirl behaviors she'd learned from watching the other ponygirls with their grooms, but Ted knew what she meant.

Aaron was smiling, she could tell it in his tone, although it was also no-nonsense. "Settle down, Mandy." He patted her bottom, where he was working her over with the loofa. "I know, I know," he agreed with Ted.

Mandy repeated her agitated movements even more emphatically, only to receive a sharp swat on the wet bottom for her efforts.

"What did I say, ponygirl? Be still or I'll get the cane."

Mandy blew an annoyed breath threw her lips.

"You really want to put Miss Stubborn here through an obedience test?"

This time she growled as she had at Merry in the paddock that time, and the men had to laugh. "Someone doesn't like you making nasty comments about her," Aaron chuckled.

Ted washed Mandy's face vigorously, but there was a broad grin on his own face. "Well, then someone ought to be a more obedient little pony, shouldn't she?" he said, as if she couldn't hear and understand him.

Without taking a step, which would have earned her a session with the cane, Mandy lowered her head and pressed it against Ted's chest, pushing him away from her as a horse might.

She caught him off guard, and he stumbled back a few steps. Both men dissolved into laughter at her antics. When they'd recovered, Aaron said firmly, "Okay, Mandy, Ted's got the picture. No more disparaging remarks about your obedience, or the lack thereof. Let's settle down now, or he'll have good cause for what he's saying, won't he?"

Within the next few weeks – not that Mandy paid any attention to the days of the week at all any more – she was shown for the first time. The paddock had been transformed into a show ring, and there were tons of people there, much more than Mandy ever expected. As she was brought into the ring to take her place in the Obedience I class for beginners, Aaron whispered into her ear reassuringly over the murmuring of the crowd, which had lulled then heightened once she'd entered. There had been quite a bit of buzz about her, before it was even announced that she would be attending. "Don't pay any attention to any of these people. None of them mean anything to you at all. You concentrate on Ted and me, do just like we did in training these past weeks, and you'll do beautifully." Her training had been stepped up before the show, but the concentration was on conformation – her overall look and her obedience to staying still while strangers inspected her – and pulling the sulky.

Just before the obedience tests began, Aaron and Ted stood in front of her. "We just want to tell you that we're both very proud of how far you've come since you've gotten here. We know we've been very hard on you, and we'll continue to be hard on you. It's what you need. But you have exceeded our expectations in every area, and you are one freakin' gorgeous ponygirl, regardless of anything anyone else says or what happens here."

"Damn straight," Ted agreed, nodding.

Their kind words brought tears to her eyes, which threatened to ruin her makeup. Ted tsked and did damage control on her face. "I told you that you shouldn't have told her that until after the competitions."

Normally, no ponygirl at Generations was allowed to wear makeup – Aaron much preferred his ponygirls looking their natural best. But in the ring, it was necessary, to highlight and enhance a ponygirl's best attributes. That's why her nipples were rouged, also, as well as the entire of the crease between her legs, although not to a flagrant extent. Instead of a plume, as most of the other ponygirls wore, though, Mandy was the only mare there wearing a solid gold tiara that had the GS logo carved into its peak, to set off her hair and compliment the gold in her harness. The harness served her up nicely, forcing her breasts into prominence, splaying her nether lips to show off her bejeweled clitty, and holding her cheeks well apart in the back to accent her thick ponytail. Mandy had inadvertently added enhancing accents of her own by getting into trouble yesterday, somehow, she couldn't seem to do anything right when they were rehearsing, and her bottom told the story in livid red welts and bruises that everyone could see had been laid very recently across her bottom. To her, it was a mess and terribly painful.

To the ponygirl community, it showed that she was well-disciplined, especially considering how nicely she performed, and her stance went up because of the atrocious condition of her generous cheeks.

Obedience trials required that a ponygirl be absolutely obedient to her handler as she was put through her paces, all while maintaining proper ponygirl posture of head up, eyes forward, breasts out. She was required to stop and start again and again, walked and trotted around the ring, with everyone staring at her bouncing, jingling boobies. Mandy's bounced even more so than the others, because Aaron and Ted had decided to further accent them by placing stretchy purple bindings at the base that flared out around them like a silk flower, just for show time. They were released every time she came out of the ring, because the competitions could get long. She surprised the both of them, pleasantly, in obedience, and didn't make one error. She took second place, and the men were beside themselves. The sulky competition went even better, despite her dislike of the bearing rein which was always used in show. She took first, with her beautiful mane flowing and billowing behind her, and amethysts dripping all over her body, as she tinkled her way around the ring from the chimes they'd attached to her harness. Aaron was never so proud of a beast he owned in his life, as when he and Ted went up with Mandy to accept the cup.

Mandy also took the top prize in conformation. Aaron put her into the sulky rig, with that blasted bearing rein holding her head back abnormally and making her jut her breasts out lewdly in front of her, driving her about the ring at a walk and a trot, then lead her to stand next to Ted and himself to await the next part of the judging. She knew that Aaron and Ted were holding their breath as the judge ran his hands over her scalp, felt her high cheekbones, opened her mouth and checked her teeth, looked at the alignment of her collarbones as well as the symmetry of her breasts, then squeezed them very hard and hefted them, as if he was trying to pick a grapefruit at a summer market. He felt her pussy from the front and all the way down her legs, noting the purple polish on her toenails, then put her into "bend and display" so that he could feel her up between the legs as she was so gloriously displayed. He also noted that the indications of discipline were extremely recent and must've been very painful, but they hadn't kept her from doing a beautiful job of it. He tugged her tail to make sure it was well seated – and it should have been – it was a size up from where they had started her – then he held it to the side and cupped her with his hand, pressing a finger onto her clitty and rubbing it gently, then checking between her legs. He was amazed to find that she had creamed on him. If the judge, who was extremely distinguished in his profession, hadn't heard some rumors about this little filly in particular, he'd have been suspicious. As it was, he called for a slide, which made somewhat of a sensation so early in the inspection. Of course, it was proven to be true female lubrication, and Mandy was declared the winner, earning her championship title in only one show. Aaron couldn't stop smiling or congratulating himself, or Ted, and petting his wonderful pony. Mandy couldn't smile through her bit, but she danced around in her pony hooves, and her eyes sparkled that she had pleased them so.

Aaron stood directly in front of her and said, "Open your mouth and close your eyes."

Remembering what this had meant to Merry, Mandy complied eagerly, and was rewarded in the same fashion – a chocolate kiss was placed on her tongue. She savored it as it swirled around in her mouth even over the bit.

"You have four more you've earned because of your fantastic performance today. Would you like to eat them now or save some for later?" Mandy shook her head and closed her mouth, which Aaron took for saving some for later. As he tucked them into the equipment bag he'd brought for her things, a short, stout man tapped him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, Mr. Johnson, but I would like to discuss something with you if I could."

Aaron turned to the man as he and Ted stood in front of him. The man looked askance at Ted, as if dismissing him from the conversation. "I understand you are the owner of this fine establishment. Some say it is the premier stables for ponygirls in the world."

Aaron shrugged. "At the risk of sounding immodest, I'd have to agree."

The older man offered his hand. "I am Pierre LeJoux, and I would be interested in purchasing the pony you have behind you there – the one you call Mandy."

"I'm afraid Mandy isn't up for sale, Mr. LeJoux."

"I will give you five hundred thousand dollars for her, Mr. Johnson," the man replied as if Aaron hadn't spoken. "She's the finest piece of horseflesh I've seen in a long time."

Mandy's heart sank. She'd never considered that she could be sold! Torn from here – a place where she'd finally adjusted to the new life that had been thrust upon her. She didn't want to leave! But surely Aaron would accept a price such as that!

But he was shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. LeJoux. I meant what I said. Mandy is not for sale."

"One million," the man persisted.

Mandy saw Ted's eyebrows go up, but Aaron was still shaking his head.

The little man's bidding war with himself had begun to attract attention. People were crowding around Aaron and Pierre, genteelly eavesdropping.

"No."

"Two million," he offered.

Aaron chuckled a little. "I'm not trying to drive up the price on her. She's not for sale."

"Two and a half million," he said.

"No."

The man – who Mandy thought, prejudicially, looked particularly cruel – gritted his teeth. "Three million and that's my final offer. I want that filly for Denoument Stables in Paris."

Aaron's eyes narrowed, and Ted flanked him immediately. That stables had a particularly unsavory reputation for how it treated its ponies – and they rode their female ponies, which Aaron never agreed with. He considered that ponygirls were much too delicate, and he knew that riding them – up or on fours – often caused back problems, no matter how light the jockey. He didn't much even like his studs to be ridden, although he hadn't outright banned it – yet. Sulkies were all that he would allow his fillies to pull, and with fairly light loads, too. He never allowed them to compete at pulling heavy loads, like some owners did. Aaron didn't like to put his ponygirls' bodies under any undue physical stress. He considered pregnancy and labor to be stress enough.

Not that he would ever consider selling Mandy, anyway, but he would never sell any pony to Denoument.

"I'm sorry, Mr. LeJoux," Aaron said tightly, and Mandy could feel his tenseness as he stood next to her. "That's my final word on the subject." He and Ted led Mandy away, wanting to get her comfortable in her stall and down for a rest for the remainder of the afternoon, then back on her schedule from dinner on. She'd certainly earned a very nice rest.

Aaron had all of the congratulatory flowers that he received from the other owners on his victories sent to Mandy's stall, which he knew she liked, because she kept lifting her head and looking at them as he put her down for the night. He teased that if she didn't settle down and get some sleep he was going to have them taken away, but she began to cry when he said that. Aaron kissed her forehead and caressed a beautiful breast. Other mares of his won in other parts of the competition, but none as spectacularly as his Mandy.

"Then you'd best get to sleep like you're supposed to, hmm, girl?"

From that point on, Mandy was even more Aaron's favorite, even though he seemed to go out of his way to disprove it. After she won in the ring, he began to breed with her more earnestly, and always took her to the pens now – which she didn't like – to do it. Mandy hated climaxing in front of the mirrors, where every filly around her was having the same terribly intimate things done to her. What's worse was that she often came twice now, once with Aaron's fingers or mouth, and once on the huge pole he still had to press up inside her. She didn't think she'd ever learn to take him easily, and sometimes his very size made her swell and hold him tight inside her, making his slow and steady advance and retreat drive her right out of her mind. There was little she wanted at those moments than to scream in ecstasy, but that was not allowed. Her explosions were fierce and overwhelming, but oddly quiet as required, somehow as restrained audibly as she was restrained physically. That was another thing she hated about the whole procedure – the position she was kept in – it was so terribly submissive.

Aaron had caught her eyes during one session, and began talking to her, as he plunged deeply within her. His staying power was recovering itself with her slowly, but her blasted immediate responses to him just made him want her that much more, and made it harder for him to control himself to set the pace he should. As he spoke, his words were exciting himself, and he began banging into her harder. "Think of it, Mandy – you'll never face a man for sex in your life. You'll always be taken like the ponygirl you are, from behind. But you'll always be satisfied."

She could see the smile on his face, but also how tense he was with pleasure, as he continued, "And knowing you, it'll always be multiple times no matter who breeds with you. You need this, just like you need air and water and food and harsh swats to your bottom, to keep you in line. You need to take my seed and grow it within you. It's what you were meant to do. You'll like being pregnant – you'll be even more coddled than you are now." His strokes were coming much harder and faster, along with her breathing. "I can't wait to see those udders that Ted has in his hands right now full of milk and your swollen belly hanging down, while I fuck you like this – and I will, all throughout while you're growing my foal within you. I'll take you down here and breed you over and over and make you cum, because it's good for you to convulse and relax and get lots more of what made you swell in the first place…" Aaron had to catch himself. He almost let go with a yell there, but then he was able to stifle it – barely.

And, sometime in the few days that followed, his seed took root in her womb.

Evan was back, and Mandy was snorting and pawing. She didn't like that man at all, and she was letting everyone, including him, know it. She'd refused a sugar cube from him entirely. Mandy did not easily forgive. Ted and Aaron had just laughed. They didn't force her to accept the peace offering from Evan, but Aaron did scold a little, saying, "That's not very gracious, Mandy."

Mandy snorted again, blowing angry air through her nose and mouth as she was put into that awful position for another "examination" by that horrible man.

So far, though, he hadn't done much, just checked her over, feeling her breasts as everyone did and her belly, then pressing into her pussy with those inquisitive fingers, but they were warm and well lubed. "Yup – I'd bet she's pregnant. Gonna take a urine specimen just to be sure."

Mandy was catheterized for the first time in her life, and Evan told her exactly what he was going to do before he proceeded. That still did not make her very happy about what was done, although she was smart enough by now to remain still and quiet for it. She hated feeling that tube slip up inside her, feeling herself lose control of her bladder, and then feeling it slip out of her again – she shuddered when it was finally over.

Ted was less than sympathetic. "You're fine, Mandy, nothing to be afraid of."

At that she broke into sobs.

Aaron and Evan both looked at her and said, "Yup, pregnant."

The test came back positive. Mandy was immediately moved into the breeding stable, but to a stall that looked almost exactly as her old one did, and she was moved while she was in the paddock, so that there was no slow trauma about it. It was just done.

The paddock had become a better place for her after she'd titled. Aaron had left her arms undone for the first time this morning. Of course, he watched her carefully that first time, just in case she decided to misbehave. But she stayed right where he was – at least she hadn't gone to her usual corner, he supposed that was something – right next to the paddock gate.

"Mandy, go play with the other ponies, girl. That's what this time is for – socializing."

But she wouldn't move, and he wasn't going to punish her for disobeying him when she was pretty much on as close to her own time as she would ever get again. If she didn't want to meet and greet the others, then that was that. But it would be a lonely existence for her. Aaron turned away and went in to observe her by closed circuit camera. He shook his head, as he watched her drift to her corner. He felt like a father with an anti-social little girl.

Merry had been at the show even though her days of competing were over. Her groom, Jace, knew that she liked to go to them, as some of her friends had gone on to other stables. He always allowed her to go unless she'd been naughty, and Merry was very rarely naughty any more. She'd been extremely impressed, as was everyone around her, with how the little filly had performed. The first thing she'd done when Aaron had let the girl go free in the paddock, without her arms bound behind her, finally, was to trot over to her with her arms out.

Mandy would have felt very petty turning down a hug, and she didn't even think she could really do it. She liked to be hugged, and it happened rarely enough now, that each one was to be extremely treasured. Slowly, each of the girls in the herd hugged her and brought her to stand, a little shyly, on the edge of their group under the heat lamps. They made room for her at the trough at lunch, and each of their grooms had patted her gently and praised her, as he came to fetch his own pony.

Aaron was filled with pride as he came to collect Mandy. He always got her last on purpose, because they drove her so hard and were so harsh with her punishments, and because he bred her more frequently than most ponies, giving her more orgasms than normal. He always tried to give her as much time in the paddock as he could, down time, where she could organize her thoughts for herself and not worry about anyone's demands on her, including his own.

"There now, the girls were nice to you, weren't they? Everybody hugged you, and you got patted and fawned over by all the girls and the grooms." Aaron patted her absently, as he walked her to the gate. "Well, now, you're quite a little celebrity, aren't you, little ponygirl?"

Mandy snorted and stomped a back hoof in agreement.

"You know, I'll always be here, with the cane in my hand, to keep you from getting too big a head, now, don't you?"

Mandy "accidentally" stepped a little too close to Aaron, almost landing one of those heavy shoes on his booted foot.

He laughed, but brought her reins up short. "None of that, now, girl, or you'll be feeling the cane sooner than you want to, I'm sure." Aaron stopped her once they'd gotten through the gate, and she worried for a minute that she was going to get a spanking. But instead he said, "You're with foal, Mandy, and we're going to move you over to the foaling barn until after you've delivered."

Just when she'd made friends here, they were taking her away!

Aaron could see the stricken look on her face. "Now, a lot of the mares you met today'll be joining you over there, soon, I'd bet, and I promise you, they'll be just as excited to have you in the foaling stables as they are here, honey."

Ted came up behind her and laid a thick, warm GS pony blanket over her shoulders, latching the toggles up the front. With her arms behind her, of course, she didn't need any armholes. "Your stall is already all fixed up for you – just the same – you'd never know the difference, Mandy-girl. And Aaron and I'll be there with you through the whole thing."

Aaron put that special section of the blinders down over her eyes, so that she couldn't see a thing. This made Mandy a little agitated, as she shifted from hoof to hoof nervously. "I don't want your eyes hurt by the sun, baby. You just rely on me, Ted and your reins, and we'll get you where you need to go."

So, even though she was being taken outside, for the first time in almost two and a half months, Mandy couldn't see any of it. She could feel the cold bite of the wind on the bare skin, as it whipped under her cozy blanket, until she got into the barn they were taking her to. Aaron warned her before he put up the blinders, so she could see straight ahead once again. It was funny to see in the mirrors that this place had, too, surprisingly, that she was covered. She hadn't been anything but stark naked, in a very long time, and it looked abnormal to her that she was covered now.

They were right, the stall she was taken to was exactly like the one she'd left. Only there, waited her third groom, Kyle, who first introduced himself to Aaron and Ted, and then stood directly in front of Mandy and cupped her cheek in his hand. "I heard through the grapevine that this is one special lady, who has no particular liking for Evan, even though he's one of our top men."

Mandy felt free enough to growl at the mention of Evan's name, and Kyle's eyebrows rose in surprise, while Ted and Aaron chuckled. "You got that right, Kyle," Aaron agreed, "this little filly was only too happy to see the back of him."

"Well," Kyle began again. "I'm his replacement, Mandy, and we're all going to do this together as much as possible. I can't promise you I'm not going to do things to you that you won't like, but I'll be as gentle with you as I can. I think you've got enough going for you on the discipline side, over there, with those two." Kyle could see the large, flat, wooden rulers hanging off each man's belt. "The first thing I'm going to do, sweetie, is a baseline exam. You've been through them before, I'm sure."

Aaron and Ted arranged her on the grooming platform on all fours for now. Kyle asked that she be put into a halter, instead of the bridle with blinders that she was wearing, so that she could see as much as possible of what he was doing. "Unless you think she'll be a behavior problem."

Aaron looked at Ted, and Ted looked back at Aaron. They both shrugged their shoulders. With Mandy, despite her award, obedience was a crap shoot, depending on her mood. But Aaron decided in a split second that, basically, he trusted her to behave. Ted must've come to the same conclusion, because they both moved to put her in a halter, which was much less restricting, at the same time. Aaron let Ted do it, but stood nearby, his hand on his implement just in case. She was still cross tied and pretty well immobilized, but Mandy could surprise you in the most unpleasant of ways, and when you least expected it.

Mandy could still see a lot – and she much preferred the halter, so she resolved to be a good girl as much as was possible. Kyle broke one of those "hot hands" packets to warm his hands up before he touched her, which she appreciated to no end, and she let him know it, once he'd finished examining her mouth, by quickly pressing a kiss to his palm when she got the opportunity.

"Wow! You've made a hit, Kyle. She's never done that to anyone, that I know of."

"Yeah," Aaron commented, "she's much more likely to be going for a finger or two."

Kyle patted Mandy on the head. "It's the warm hands, believe me." He also warmed his stethoscope in his hands when he used it, really warmed it, rather than just breathing on it half-heartedly like most doctors did – and she kissed the air at that since she couldn't reach him. All three of them burst out laughing at her antics. "You see, guys, Quasimodo could be examining her – as long as he warmed stuff up first, it'd be okay with Mandy here."

He continued to do so, though, and always told her what he was going to do, showing her the instruments and how they worked. If something was going to hurt, he told her. If it was nothing to worry about, just a little pressure, here or there, he told her. His hands on her breasts were necessarily somewhat painful, but by way of apology, he kissed her ear and ran his hands through her hair. "I know that hurt, baby, and I'm sorry." She saw him deliberately lick his fingertips, then reach beneath her and begin to roll and pull her teats in an extremely sensuous manner, leaving her flushed and blushed in an exceedingly small amount of time.

"Mmm. So the rumors were right for a change – this one's hot."

Kyle touched her firmly but carefully, everywhere, noting that she was a little underweight, measuring down her tummy and across her hips, then exploring her bottom, saying teasingly, "Someone's been a naughty little girl, hasn't she?" He gave the welts and weals the once over, but they looked like they were healing fine.

"Display," Kyle said, and Mandy's head was lowered and her bottom raised to make herself available to him. He sat behind her on a rolling stool, adjusting the height of the platform, so that she was presented to him where he could get at her comfortably. Aaron came to her head automatically, but Ted just stood next to her with his hand rubbing her back slowly and soothingly.

"Now, Mandy, you know what's next. I want you to cum for me, good and hard. I'm not timing you, so you can cum at any time during the exam you like, but if you don't cum before the exam ends, I'm afraid I'm going to do to you exactly what Evan did, and I know you don't like that very much, supposedly."

He reached for the tray table, so his instruments were easily at hand. She was displayed so prettily before him, he always liked to enjoy the view before he touched, and that's what he did as he spoke to her. "The first thing I'm going to do is manually check you for any bumps or lumps, and then I'm going to play with that little clitty of yours for a while to see if I can get it to explode for me. After a while, I'm going to put my fingers up inside your pussy, which I understand is really still very tight, even though you've been bred, and I'm going to poke around in there for a while. Some of my thrusting might get quite hard, and that might feel awfully good to you. Then I'm going to put the speculum in and look up inside you with a light and a mirror, and then I'm going to manipulate your pussy again with my fingers. Then I'll be done – so your job is to cum somewhere in there. And your grooms will help you with some hurtful help to your udders there."

And they did.

"God," Kyle commented, eyeing her as he put on his gloves. "She's leaking already!"

Aaron's voice was prideful. "Yeah, isn't she something?"

"Hell, yes," Kyle agreed vehemently. "I might have to try her myself sometime."

First, he explored her, only touching that straining mass of nerves at the top of her cunny in passing, as he pinched and gently prodded her privates. Then, just as Evan had, he used one of his hands to pull back the hood of her clitoris, so that when he brushed the fingers of his other hand over her little bump, she felt it to the core of her being. He didn't let up or stop, in fact, he didn't change his rhythm at all, even when he could feel her muscles gathering in anticipation of her orgasm. He was completely relentless, almost like a machine. Mandy came like a shot, all over him, her breath heaving out of her lungs like a bellows.

Kyle leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to her bottom. "Very good, girl. You can cum now, anytime you like, from this point forwards, honey. The more the merrier, I always say. Can't be too rich, too thin, or be a too satisfied ponygirl – there's no such thing."

And, to her embarrassment, she did, especially as his three fingers buried themselves deep inside her. He did encourage her, too, terribly, spending an overlong time there pumping his hand in and out of her. "I can feel you tensing, Mandy, you can't hide it from me. You need to cum, baby. Do it, right on my fingers. That's a good girl."

Ted and Aaron weren't even anywhere near her breasts, but she didn't need them, apparently, because seconds later she flew apart inside, as he slammed his hand into her pussy hard over and over, making her contract around him till the end. "Fantastic. Very good girl."

He used the speculum, which was taken from the heated instrument tray that he always used with his girls, with no incident, although Mandy did find it extremely embarrassing that he was looking up inside her.

When he was done, he complemented her on how well she'd behaved, and offered her a sugar cube, which she accepted daintily from his hand.

"Well, guys, I've got good news, and I've got bad news. Good news is that she looks great; she's in great shape to drop a foal, and everything looks like a go on that front. The bad news is that she's a little constipated, from the records I was given. It's been a little while since she had a movement, and I'm going to give her a little encouragement that is not going to endear me to her at all. But it's got to get done."

Aaron and Ted could see what he was doing, but it was going on behind Mandy, so she couldn't. Ted looked at Aaron with a question. "Bridle her up?"

Aaron really didn't know.

"I don't know if it makes any difference to you guys, but I do want her to stay on all fours. It'll be easier for her to take it all, if her stomach can expand."

This development did not sound at all good to Mandy. She was afraid she knew exactly what he was going to do to her, and her heart sank when she realized she was right. As Kyle hung the bulging clear bag full of sudsy liquid from a hook by her head, so that she could clearly see it, whether they bridled her or not, she pawed the ground and blew air through her lips loudly, and she shook all over. She knew that Aaron hated that, because it showed her true fear, but he didn't seem like he was going to override the physician's assistant, unfortunately.

Kyle hunkered down in front of her and took her chin in his hand. "Mandy, this is medicine for you that's going to go up into your bottom to help clean you out. You might be getting more of these in the future, so please don't hate me for them; they're good for you, and they're not meant to be a punishment, although, they can sometimes be uncomfortable to accept. There'll be some cramping, I'm sure, and you'll feel full soon, because you're so tiny, and this is a good-sized, fairly irritating enema. But I want you to take it well for me, and for Aaron and Ted. We'll help you through it as best we can."

He stood, patting her head. "Why don't you guys bridle her, so you'll have the control of the bit in her mouth, but take off the blinders. I do like my girls to watch their bag of medicine collapsing as it goes into their bottoms. It gives them a sense of accomplishment, I think, that they're taking all of that stuff up inside them."

Ted and Aaron agreed, and Mandy was put back into the bridle, with Aaron keeping a tight hold on the reins. "You might have better control from behind me," Kyle suggested. "That way, she'll have to arch her head back nice, and that'll make her arch her back, which'll make her receive her enema that much more readily. And Ted can get at those udders for me again. Maybe while it's running into her, we could see if we could pleasure her again? I'd be very interested to see if we can make her come while doing something she's probably not going to like."

Kyle showed her everything he was going to use on her – the clear tubing, the bag which had already been hung, and a bardex nozzle, to help her hold the solution once it was up inside her. The Bardex was interesting looking, but she did not really believe that he was going to put it up inside her, until she saw him doing exactly that in the mirror, as Aaron stood behind him, holding her head back hard with the reins.

She could feel the folded yellow balloon being inserted up into her. It was moments like this that she most felt the constraints of her captivity. Now, she was pregnant, bound and helpless, as a balloon was pressed into her bottom, to forcefully deliver a large enema into her bowels. She would not be allowed to expel it, until whatever time they chose – that's what the Bardex did – it wrenched control of her bowels from her, on top of everything else she'd lost control of, since she'd been kidnapped and held here. Now she was going to give birth, not at her own behest, but because she'd been impregnated by a man who raped her at will – and she had grown to like it – to like all of it!

The tears started then, drenching Ted's forearms as he hefted her breasts in his big hands. "Here's the click," Kyle announced, and Mandy could feel the solution draining into her as she began to sob in earnest. Ted took to massaging her hard and firm, then Kyle rubbed both gloved hands in KY and set them on her clitty, using the same technique as before for a while, then pressing the fingers of one hand up into her pussy as he rubbed her, so that she was being filled in both holes at once. "When the cramps come, Mandy," Kyle spoke to her as if he wasn't rolling her clit between his thumb and forefinger and he didn't have his hand up her cunt, "breathe fast to get through them, like this." He demonstrated what he wanted, but could feel her tense up anyway.

Despite the cramping, Kyle had her coming practically at will, although, she was crying at the same time. "God, she is just magnificent, isn't she?" he said, as she hit orgasm number four during this horrible, embarrassing procedure. "Watch the bag get smaller, Mandy. All that good medicine's going right up your butt where it belongs."

The bag drained into her at a steady pace, and when it was empty, he rolled back the clamp. "Now, you hold it for fifteen minutes while we play."

And they did. Ted and Kyle brought her off another three times, as she was forced to hold her water until they decided to allow her to expel.

Mandy had thought that she had been ashamed before – but this experience brought that to new heights entirely.

****

Mandy's experience in the foaling stables was unbelievable. Because she was in foal, and everyone around knew it, even if she wasn't showing yet, she could be bred to any man passing by. And she was. Her training schedule was more an exercise schedule now, and pretty gentle at that, but she could be, and was still punished at any man's will. Nearly every man that saw her, if he didn't have a pony of his own with him, ordered her to "breed display," and she found herself forced to copulate everywhere but the hallways, where Aaron banned it because of traffic flow. But he stood right there and got her into that position, so that several big, brawny men could fondle her. It was still a requirement, even in a casual setting rather than at a breeding pen, that she be brought off before she was taken by any man, then mounted and fucked until they were through. So her usual four to six orgasms jumped to more like ten to twelve, merely because she was in foal, and had been moved to the breeding barn. There was barely a time when she wasn't full of a groom's cock, or a hand's, or that she wasn't in the process of being brought to ecstasy. Her time became a haze of sexual pleasure, because Ted and Aaron were still attending to her, also, as frequently as they wanted to.

It took several weeks for the novelty to wear off, but even then, she was still stopped often in the paddock after her exercise, and before Aaron put her out with the girls. Her popularity didn't die down, even though she became grossly swollen with her pregnancy, either. As a matter of fact, when her milk began to come in early, as the Stables wanted, because they could sell the stuff and get good money for it, she became even more popular. Everyone wanted a drink of the stuff, which they took without asking whenever they saw her, and which she, of course, had to endure without a sound or a movement of protest, as they squeezed her breasts and remarked at the sweetness of her milk.

At first, Aaron had milked her himself, but that got to be too time consuming, so she was hooked up to the milking machine that drained her dry twice a day, morning and evening, while she was being groomed. There really wasn't a reason to massage her breasts any more. They would be kept producing milk, until she was no longer being bred, some ten to fifteen years from now.

Mandy hated the machines, and Aaron and Ted both knew that, but they were a necessary evil. Now, when she was given her morning and evening pleasure, it was to the sounds of her own milk splashing rhythmically into huge metal pails, every morning and every evening, without fail, with one exception – just a week or so before she gave birth.

Mandy was naughty, and tried to refuse to service a groom that she had taken a disliking to, for whatever reason. Aaron was furious, putting her into the "breed display" position instantaneously, and apologizing to the man profusely throughout the whole thing, promising that she would be severely punished, and that he should be sure to use her whenever he wanted her. But he didn't want to spank her so close to her delivery date. So he settled for an insidious punishment that wouldn't leave a mark on her body – he salted her lunch and her dinner, which made her thirsty, so she drank a lot more water than she usually did. That water went right to her udders in the form of milk.

That night, she was groomed and massaged as usual – except her breasts, and she was not brought off – she was brought to the brink and left. And she was most especially not milked. She was, however, left on all fours in the head stocks, bound with her arms back, pads around the stock, supporting some body weight on her shoulders, since her arms were tied back and out from her sides. Her full, swollen udders hung down and continued to fill to overflowing, until the milk began to dribble out of them into the steel pails Aaron had positioned beneath them, only what little milk she was able to express was constantly being replaced by more and more and more.

It was the most miserable night of her life, and when Aaron came to see her in the morning to release her for breakfast, he brought the groom she had refused. Aaron deliberately took every single restraint off her – taking her out of the headstock, releasing her ankles except the hobbles and her wrists caught behind her. Then he had the man take her, hard and fast and with absolutely no preliminaries, making those sore, swollen breasts jog painfully back and forth with the force of his thrusts – he had her bawling within the first few strokes, and he had a groom's ability to last and last and last. Mandy had never felt more raped since she'd gotten there.

When the man, whose name was Jed, was done and zipping up his jeans, Aaron said loudly, "You have an exception with this mare. You have no need to pleasure her before you take her. I have no idea what her problem is, but she insulted you and she insulted me, and for as long as you work here, you are released from a groom's need to pleasure the mare he's with before he breeds her. You take her any time you like up, until she foals, then after her down time to recover, I want you to be the first man to breed her once she's declared fit to be bred again. I'll let everyone know at the meeting today."

Aaron let her eat her breakfast, then he groomed her, and the very last thing he did for her was milk those poor bedraggled breasts. The milking hurt terribly, too, and she cried all through it, but Aaron was not in the least sympathetic, and neither was Ted when he arrived. She was exercised in the ring very gently, but with little praise, and tears ran down her face the whole time, from the pain in her breasts.

Aaron didn't seem to forgive her for her transgression, no matter how good she was for the next week or so, until her water broke, and then he seemed to forget that she'd ever been naughty in her lifetime at his Stables. Aaron had assisted at a lot of births, and he remained by Mandy's side through the whole of this one, also, stroking her hair and encouraging her, praising her for her beauty, her courage and her feistiness, and telling her how proud he was of her, even though she was naughty some times. Ted was much more quietly helpful, rubbing her back and feeding her ice chips.

The birth was painful, obviously, but medically easy – there were no complications. Ponygirls gave birth on all fours, as they did almost everything, and at approximately ten forty-five in the evening, Mandy presented him with a young colt – all dark hair and dark eyes. The foal was given to suckle immediately after his birth, latching on to each of his mother's teats for a short time as everyone cleaned up.

Mandy was exhausted, and Aaron tucked her up very gently, thanking her profusely for the beautiful addition to the Stables. In the next few weeks, her life would change yet again, as she suckled her foal and recovered from the birth.

One morning as she was in the paddock, after having been returned to her stall in the regular stable and given a clean bill of health to be bred again, she was standing with the herd as Eric led in a girl whose eyes flashed defiance and screamed revenge on everyone she saw. Her arms were bound behind her, even after she was allowed the freedom of the paddock. When Mandy saw her, she knew she would have to help the poor thing. Attempting a very slow, gentle approach, her hands wide to show she meant no harm, the girl growled at her, low in her throat, in response.

And Mandy smiled.

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