His free hand roamed her sore bottom, pinching her here and there as his fingers frigged her relentlessly. “This is going to happen to you so much in the future, baby ponygirl. Your future is full of coming and punishments and being bred and trained. No thinking, nothing but pain and pleasure and lust. Maybe more of the pain for you than usual, but you like that, too.
“Like I said: we have to be harder on you than on the others – more demanding. You’ll always have harsher punishments than the other girls, you’ll be expected to do more and learn more than they will, to endure more, even to come harder than they do” He got a little more lubrication from her on his hand then began worrying her button again. “And I’m going to be here, doing it all to you. All of it. Tomorrow morning you’re going to be brought to the breeding pens, and I’m going to fuck you for the first time. It’s not too early in your training for a pony like you. You need to feel the thick length of a stud deep inside you, pounding into you from behind as you were meant to receive a cock – and for a while that stud’s gonna be me.”
Amanda emitted a high pitched keening wail at that pronouncement a Aaron hurled her over the edge of ecstasy again that day, praising her lush beauty and the awesome clenching of every muscle in her body, yet still his fingers tormented her – straight into a second explosive orgasm.
Amanda did the only thing any woman would do when faced with such overwhelming pleasure. She fainted.
Part III The Breeding Pen
The next day, Amanda was again gently awakened at about five thirty by nothing so loud and blaring as an alarm clock, but by the easy sounds around the stall, as if it was waking with her. Ted had her up and at breakfast in a no-nonsense fashion, as if he’d been doing it for years, and, indeed, for other ponygirls he had been doing it for years. Amanda was famished – she hadn’t eaten much at all yesterday, so he was glad to record that she’d eaten all of what she was offered and looked around for more. She’d eaten all of the same apple cinnamon yogurt that she’d barely had any of yesterday, so that was marked down as an acceptable flavor for her. Each day she would be offered a different flavor until she’d run through all of what they offered, and whatever she turned her nose up at, she wouldn’t see again.
She was a little bleary-eyed, Ted noted, but that could just be hangover from those three suppositories they’d seated in her bottom again last night. It was a little harder this time, because she’d had a good idea what was coming, but Aaron had taken a very firm tone with her – he was up at her head again and Ted had the good-sized bullets at the ready at the other end. “Mandy!
If you would prefer, we can roll you onto your tummy and wale the daylights out of your bottom to help convince you to behave while your medicine is being administered. Or, you can do the smart thing, the much less painful thing and lie still and it’ll be a little bit uncomfortable and you’ll be feeling full for a while, but it’ll all be over in about five minutes. Regardless of which way you react, you will have all three pills in your bottom before you go to sleep tonight.”
There was no doubt in Amanda’s mind that the two men who had handled her from the beginning were strong enough – in will and body – to do exactly what he said they’d do. So she had sighed petulantly and started to sob softly, which they took as acquiescence. Aaron had praised her for submitting well, as had Ted as he inserted the long, thick bullets carefully up into her tight little hole. She had fussed a little on the last one, but Aaron had stroked her head and Ted her flank, reassuring her that they were almost done. They both considered that she was such a small woman, that she it was probably getting a bit crowded up there, but Ted was able to successfully lodge the third rod inside her.
Once they’d done that, and Aaron had flipped the blinders down so that she was immediately surrounded by complete darkness, and then they had set upon her like a pack of ravening wolves, Aaron at her sore, tender titties and Ted this time eagerly lapping up her pussy juices, bringing her to another earth-shattering orgasm before they let her drift off to sleep.
But at least she hadn’t fainted this time.
That faint had set off every alarm Aaron had owned, when she’d just collapsed within her bonds and slumped over. His first thought was that he’d killed her and that he’d never be able to do that to any female again. But then he saw that her chest was rising regularly, and he felt her pulse and it was fast but steady.
Ted had wandered in at that point, took one look at Mandy and diagnosed the situation immediately, grinning ear to ear as he patted Aaron on the shoulder. “That mare is one hot ticket. If you’re not careful you’re gonna die breeding her – she’ll burn you up.”
Supper and her final grooming had gone well, and to dispel any fear she – and they – might be harboring regarding her orgasms, they brought her off as usual during the grooming session and then again that last time after giving her the pills. Aaron, whose heart had taken a while to start beating again after Mandy had fainted, was tempted to scold her and tell her never to do that to him again, but then he realized what a compliment it was to him and to his abilities, as well as to her ability to respond to him. Apparently he was reaching the stubborn little cuss, and on a very basic level.
She got her normal hour of training in, and was worked extra hard during it to help wear her out before she was brought to the breeding pens. Aaron found that a good bout of strenuous exercise helped a mare work out a lot of natural energies so that, if she was likely to have a problem submitting in the pen, she’d already be too worn out to really fight and thus there was much less chance of injury.
Aaron had chosen a specific time when there would not be a lot of activity around them – the pens were not empty but it wasn’t a situation where each pen was filled with a mare being serviced, either. One pen on either side, each a pen down from them, was being used. Although Mandy was brought out of the corral with her blinders down so that she could not see a thing, she had a good idea where they were going, and of course, she could hear the natural sounds of copulation going on around her when she was brought into the room – the soft slaps of flesh to flesh, the quiet groans of the ponygirls who were being filled. Males at stud at GS Stables – ponyboys – were extremely well-endowed – as were the hands, the trainers, and the grooms, who were all allowed to breed with any of the mares any time they liked, once a mare had been impregnated, or if she was not currently in a breeding program or recovering from foaling. The studs were also trained to be as quiet as possible when they were breeding a mare. They were free, whereas the mare was always bound into a particular position called “breed present”, and they could touch the mare anywhere they liked, but once they achieved their first objective – which was to always always always pleasure the female first – then they were expected to mount the filly and give her a good, slow, full-out fucking and to deposit as much foal-making sperm into her cunt as possible. Studs were encouraged to remain locked into their female for a good long while after actual ejaculation so as to maximize the amount of come that was left in the filly.