"Oh God, you're not starting this 'I'm the greatest hypnotist in the world' thing again, are you?" Muff Diver said, as she pulled her face away from between Ponygirl's thighs. "We've all heard it before, Mistress. Nobody here believes a word of it." Mistress leaned forward, both out of interest and to give Assmuncher better access to the valley between her...
Throughout the day I visited Ella in her cage every hour, as I had told her I would. With every visit she became a little more agitated as I entered the library, both anticipating and dreading the arousal and denial to come. On each visit she became inflamed quicker and more intensely, so that of necessity each visit became shorter: I had no intention of spo...
"Delivery for you!" said my Mistress Rashida, calling into the building from the street, as she used the reins to draw me to a stop outside the office of one of her elven clients. I stood on my two powerful hoofed legs and brought my hand-hooves to rest on the end of their short chain in display posture, lest I feel the whip again for forgetting. "I'll be r...
Reading from the report, Detective Johnson read one part aloud, "'...she was naked, it was torture...,' you get that from the song?" "What song sir?" the younger officer asked. "Clapton, you know... Cream? From Disraeli Gears, late sixties, early seventies. You know, 'I was naked, it was torture...'." "Uh, no, not sure where you're coming from here." "Fo...
Sweetlips' body, gingered by the sun, was lithe and her lips were chapped from thirst. Her brown hair, with streaks of red and blonde throughout, had grown to reach the middle of her back. The soles of her feet were toughened from running without shoes. She had developed that faraway look in her eyes that comes from detachment. Dreams of traipsing into a cof...
Thanks to RickES for editing my story. I dream of having a ranch one day. One with huge acreage, animals, a nice house and stables. Only this wouldn't be any ordinary ranch. This ranch would be different because, instead of having the stables filled with horses, my stables would be filled with women. That's right, filled with women, on their knees waiting a...
As Jim worked away in the stables dressed only in his socks and trainers he felt alive, liberated. The warm weather had continued and the temperature had reached the low eighties so it was much cooler working like this and the joy, the freedom of not having his penis constrained was pure bliss. What derailed this contented train of thought was the sudden rea...
Author's note: This story has elements of fantasy, non-human, female submissive, abduction, ponygirl, and non-consent/reluctance. There are also mild bondage, punk and catfighting themes. Please do skip it if these elements are unappealing to you. It is a kinda weird, and definitely not for everyone. Please do not read this if you are 18, are not allowe...
Rose has become something of a living legend around Saddleworth so I persuaded her to tell me her story for a small, or actually not so small, fee. I had to edit some of it and change a couple of identities but I hope you enjoy it. Angie. * I cowered in the corner protecting my face as best I could as the blows rained down, five, six, I counted, as they in...
Author's note: Finally Gumdrop's story approaches its end... This is the last submission before the finale in chapters 20 and 21. As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least t...