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Pony Girl

by HungryGuy on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

It was a cool autumn Saturday morning in rural western Pennsylvania. Vern rose early, yawned, stretched, and gazed out his bedroom window onto his 100-acre farm. It wasn't much of a farm, though; most if his land was woods and he had only one animal: a pony. In a mood to go for a ride, he showered and put on his boots, jeans, and western shirt. Before goin...

Pony Girl Story 1

by the_bragis on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

It hadn't been twenty-four hours since she had become her master's pony girl. Her 'tail' still felt strange and uncomfortable jammed into her tight little ass, but what could she do? He had ordered her not to remove it. She had answered his advertisement in a local newspaper. It said: "Attractive broadminded female wanted for unusual sex work". No problem,...

Pony Girl Story 4

by the_bragis on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Roy gazed down at Tigerpet as she leaned over on all fours and ate the last of her cereal from the bowl, her lovely bare rump high and her full breasts almost grazing the floor. Two weeks ago she had come to the ranch as an untidy bar maid. Now she had been transformed into a lovely well-groomed pony girl. He stroked her tail and then gave it a gentle tug to...

Pony Girl Story 3

by the_bragis on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Tigerpet found it easy to relax on her hands and knees. Josh, the stable boy, had a gentle manner and she enjoyed him stroking the warm sponge down her back and ass. She shook herself and tiny droplets of water splashed him. He smiled at her playfulness and continued bathing her. It had only been a fortnight since she had come to the ranch, and although th...

Pony Girl Story 2

by the_bragis on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Now, the last thing she wanted was for her new master to find out what she had been up to, so she had crept in ever so quietly. Fortunately for her the stables, where she slept, were quite a distance from his room. It was large house by anyone's standards, complete with servants' wing. Set on sprawling grounds with lush paddocks and gardens, it was very diff...

Carol Becomes a Pony Girl

by younghungblack on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

This is a fictional account of a very real woman. Carol has a fervid desire to submit to a strong-willed, very well endowed, young, black man and is waiting for the nerve to act. Blaine * "Blaine," Carol giggled, clutching his arm so tightly he could feel the heat and swell of her breast, "how do you know these people?" Blaine lifter two fluted glasses of...

Santa's Reindeer Pony Girls

by Sarahcheer on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

I bet you are all familiar with Santa's reindeer. Their names are Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid, Donder and Blitzen. And on those stormy nights, Rudolph joins as the lead reindeer. But those are just the names of the regular magical creatures Santa keeps at the North Pole. Santa and his elves also keep a herd of enslaved pony girls at...

Das Leben ist ein Pony(girl)hof

by samur13 on Apr 22, 2025

Ponyhof „Fesselhain“ was für ein seltsamer Name, dachte Anna. Hier musste es sein. Der Brief war klar gewesen, wenn sie jemals wieder an einem Reitsportturnier teilnehmen wollte, sollte sie sich hier zu einem mehrwöchigen Sensibilisierungskurs einfinden. Das altertümlich wirkende Anwesen war mit einer hohen verwitterten Mauer umgeben. Das hölzerne Tor wirkte...

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Cannes to Las Vegas

by angiefuch on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

Cannes to Las Vegas a pony girl odyssey A sequel to Saddleworth to Cannes "What on earth did you want to go and do that for!" Daddy demanded as I stepped down from the podium, or what was left of it after it collapsed when I did my victory jump, to a faint ripple of polite applause with my Cannes grand prix winners gold medal around my neck. I had just w...

Pony Named Pleasure

by ddraelynkhar on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

One of my favorite things in this world is to wake up on a warm stall on a Saturday when there's a cool breeze coming down from the aisle of our barn and hearing my masters footsteps. I stretch and shake, ready to have my blanket off me, my oat breakfast which he usually put bits of strawberry and honey into and lets me eat while he sees to me. I always try...