Author's note: 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 to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
"Now, from today onward you while be refereed to as the 'Farmer' do you understand?" A man in black said handed me a packet of papers. I dumbly nodded along as I was completely lost on what was happening. I just got picked up from my college in Texas as I just finished my doctoral program when two government officials asked me to follow them. Now h...
Author's note: IMPORTANT: I put chapter 12 in the BDSM category, so if you have not read it there yet, I suggest you do before continuing with this one. As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. The...
Chapter 13 - Further Back to the Future Here I was, sitting naked somewhere in the South Pacific, with my lover (well, one of them) straddling my lap. She had just announced, repeatedly, that she had 'fucked everybody' - meaning pretty much everyone I knew, and a bunch more besides. She and the luscious droid Sigyn seemed to have been content to hang out wi...
Six months ago, Rhonda had been a thirty-four-year-old waitress in the mess on an Altruvian space station and trading post. Her job paid well, if only on account of the value of the station and its distance from any well-settled territory. Three months ago, she was still working in the mess, but she wore a navy uniform and carried a pistol. The station had b...
This story is suitable only for 18+ who are not upset by adult themes of sex, bondage and BDSM. If you are, please read something else. This is a fictitious story about fictitious people, fictitious places and fictitious activities. It is not intended as a lifestyle suggestion nor a sexual manual. All the fictitious people in this story are adults of 18+ (I...
We emerged from the stall and stopped. Mistress Tania was standing before us, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. 'What kept you?' She seemed to notice the moisture around Emma's lips and then smiled, 'ahh, I see. 'Put her with the others and then wait for me.' Emma lead me around to the back of the stable to a waist high rail where all the others were tie...
Sarah was like the rest of the college cheerleaders at her school. She knew she could have any boy she wanted. But little did she, or the other girls, would get when they crossed the wrong guy. It happened when the squad was on its way back from an away game at Flagler College. Flagler was UWO's rival, and for the past five years UWO had not had a win again...
Part 2 A sequel to Training Rose "Daddy, what do you mean a I'm a very easy Pony to please!" I demanded of Daddy as Tom walked away up our driveway towards the road and his parents house barely a mile or so away. "Well you are," he said and patted my bottom, "But Miss Farque is due any second now." Daddy exclaimed, "And here she is," he exclaimed as a silv...
A Sequel to Training Rose. * I woke with the dawn, I ached all over, I realised I was completely naked except for a crude bridle and bit and a collar and leash and a waist belt with a crotch strap which was so tight that it painfully separated my poor abused pussy lips, then I saw the lawn mower and the dirty old blanket daddy had covered me with and I rem...