“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, babygirl, 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, 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. But 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, but 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 shmearing 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, hmmmmm?” 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 then 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 nooooooooooo 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 pleaser 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. “Ahhh, 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 buttfuck – 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. 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 afterward 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, and 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 settle 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 nonasprin 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.”