Mirage was in a bad shape when we rescued her. There was literally no spot on her that hadn't been whipped, flogged or cropped savagely. And the beatings had only been one facet of the mistreatment the feverish ponygirl had been forced to endure at the hands of her former stable master. Her shoulders were sprained and inflamed from the reverse prayer bondage...
Last week, on a sunny summer morning, Tammy called me up and asked me to come out to her large country home for a fun afternoon. Specifically, she asked me to meet her in the stable. I knew what that meant, so I went there, prepared to be taken on a tour of the property, dressed in Levi's, cowboy boots and a western style shirt with a baggie full of sugar cu...
Author's note: I knew nothing about ponygirls, but I decided to give it a shot and write this story. I tried to stay away from all other ponygirl stories because I wanted to develop my own concept of what it meant. I'm sure many pony fans will criticize me, and others will praise me, but I'm convinced it is one of a kind because I stayed true to myself as a...
Sarah thought she had the easiest job on the farm. All she had to do was to keep the owner's house clean, and stay out of the barn. Sarah was 19, and being a college freshman, she was happy to find the easy job. The pay was outstanding, making enough to keep her book costs down to nothing, and still being able to buy some new clothes every so often. Sure, sh...
Sarah and the rest of the cheerleaders at Ponygirl University were special. They were the best of the best in the school, when it came to being proper show ponies. But not everything at Ponygirl University was as it seemed. Soon, the new freshman class would learn just what life was like at the University. Jennifer and her friends got off the Ponygirl Unive...
Author's note: This story is mainly a description of what it might be like to be a ponygirl slave, for which purposes it is set in a vague dystopian world in which ponygirl slaves are objects of use, and not selves to be cared for. There has been a conscious attempt to cover all aspects of such a life, including those that I would have been inclined to shy a...
The Rise of the Ponygirl Transport System in the World The following is a story based on predictions of global oil producers and what a loss in oil would mean to the future of transportation in the world. It is not the only solution, but it could be one possible scenario. This is still just a work of fiction, but it would be interesting to see if it comes t...
Twenty-two-year-old Noomi had lived a privileged life in her father's Londinium townhouse on Altruvia, but ever since capture by the humans of Canberra, she had been a sex slave. Her job was to please her master. This meant showing off her body like a whore every time he drove her into town in front of his ponycart. Noomi's pussy was bare and depilated, but...
Today, Mirage was especially longing for her handler to arrive. As soon as the first rays of sunlight had lit up the barn, she had awoken with that deep urge. The same urge that was bothering her for days on end. But today was that day again, when she might be granted release from her hardship. Pressing her haltered head against her stall's door, she was ju...
CAUTION: This is a sequel to the story "Brenda's Fate." That tale and this one are cruel stories of perversion and abuse, completely unlike the usual things I write of mutually enjoyable sex involving congenial and consenting adults. If you are bothered by such activities, I don't blame you, but I do suggest you not read any further. The second page is espec...