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Description A cute cosplayer, becomes the latest addition to Denise's pony-girl ranch.

(F+/f+, ponygirl, bondage, discipline, nc)

GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING



  Denise is enjoying a cigarette in her home-office. The numbers look good today. Another day of profit. Her business might have a very limited clientele, but they make up for it generously. It's a kind of ranch, but not like the usual ones people might see in a cowboy movie. Out on an small island owned by Denise and her husband, they operate a very succesful human-pony ranch. It's not so much that they needed the money that came from it, but Denise was a passionately twisted woman. Her husband, Michael, loved her to death and gave her anything she desired. Their two little girls, Kelsa, 12, and Wanda, 14, had grown up in such a way, that the enslaved human souls they encountered everyday didn't mean much to them.



  It was late, but Denise needed to finish one last thing. It was the end of the trimester, and this was the time where new ponies were "recruited" in the ranch. Off course, it was against their will, but that made it so much more fun, according to Denise! Sadly, two of the last five ponies they had brought last time, didn't seem to improve their behavior and had to be put down, but that's always a risk that you take in this business. Denise scrolled through the profiles of a handful of girls, all young and beautiful. They were being watched for a while now, gathering info so their "disappearance" could be scheduled accordingly. Pictures, phone numbers, social security, hobbies, family situation ,marital status, even measurements were there in front of Denise. A big green button was at the bottom right of each girl, reading "PENDING APPROVAL". Denise clicked on two scandinavian blonde sisters, with bright blue eyes. They were both tall and very athletic looking. On their profiles there where pics of them competing in the national heptathlon.

Denise approved another profile of a young, smaller, black girl with big, curly dark hair. She was 25 years old, of Jamaican descent. These three where probably the only ones worth it this time. The other lucky girls would get to continue their lives, like nothing had ever happened, while the fate of these three would change forever.

"Mommy? Are you done? You said it would be movie night tonight, remember? Kelsa's little voice was heard as she picked her head just through the office door. "I know honey, i'm coming..", her mother responded and went to close the computer. Just then, Denise's eyes stumbled on the picture of a girl she hadn't noticed earlier. She had straight, pink hair and was shown posing in what looked like a halloween, french maid costume. She was petite and cute, but had an air of confidence about her. "I almost missed out on you... Claire", said the woman from under her breath and clicked on the green button.



  *click*...*click*..."OK, one more photo and i'm going to bed", the girl thought. The room was full of outfits thrown on chairs, beds, and anything that wasn't floor. She snapped a few more pictures than she would, but it was worth it. The site was getting some traction and her blogs were being read by hundreds every day, at this point. She layed on the bed exhausted, but satisfied, still wearing the sexy elf-ranger costume she had made herself.

"I'll go with that to the convention", she decided. As her tired eyes slowly closed, she failed to spot the two men breaking in her apartment. Complete silence lays on the room, until, Claire suddenly feels a wet cloth pressed over her mouth and nose. She tries to rise quickly, but three more hands already hold her down securely. With her mouth forced shut, she inhales in panic, and feels the drug running from her nostrils to her head, she feels dizzy, she can't fight anymore and everything fades away...



THE FOLLOWING IS A DEPICTION OF CLAIRE'S NEW LIFE, AS SHE EXPERIENCED IT.



  I wake up by a feeling of strong pressure on my nipples. I open my eyes, still dizzy from my previous drugged state, only to find that i'm naked and bound by metal shackles that are attached to two tall, wooden posts on either side of me. The distance between them makes me spread my legs and arms painfully, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable. As the world around me becomes clearer and more focused, i see that i'm inside what looks like a stable for horses. Then, constant cries flood my ears. I see three more girls, secured in the same way next to me side by side! A short black girl and two tall blonde girls.

Two asian women, wearing blue veterinarian outfits, with long latex gloves past the elbow, are placing small vacuum pumps on each girl's nipples. The sames ones that are painfully sucking on my nipples now. The women don't seem to pay any attention to the girls' protests and cries. My body has been rubbed from neck to toes with something, like an ointment, that makes my skin tingle and feel warm.

After the few seconds that it takes me to take all this in, the sudden shock of the realisation that i share their fate, sends me into a panicked outburst. I scream "HELP!!! LET ME GO!!! PLEASE!" but the words don't come out right. Like the rest of them, a big ballgag is stuffed in my mouth securely. The nurses don't react to my pleas, like they expected them, and keep on with their work.



  Things get worse when they bring the same pump and place it on top of my clitoris. As soon as i realize what they are going to do, i scream and jerk hysterically, but my metal restraints don't give. A few moments later, all four girls we're together suppressing painful moans from the stretching our clits are getting. Just as the nurses are done with our "tubing", a woman enters the stable. She is very well dressed, with black leather skirt and boots, a matching top and a colorful shawl over her bare shoulders. She has long dark hair and red lipstick on her full lips. She seems delighted. She asks one of the asian girls for a rundown of things. "The two on the right are scheduled for fillies", she says looking at me and a black girl bound next to me, "and the other two are to become mares". "Beautiful", she responds. "Just like i imagined them".

"What are they talking about?", i wonder. "Why are they referring to us like horses?" Every minute that's passing i realize that my situation is proving to be worse and worse. These people can't be just plain kidnappers. "Are their suits ready?" asks the woman, receiving a confirmed nod by both her employees. "Yes Miss Denise, all we need from you is the names you've chosen for them." She smiles with an evil grin. "That i can decide later. Finish with their ringing and harnessing and call me then." As she goes to leave, the black girl and the two blonde girl's look at her petrified. I can't just let her do this to us! I let out a defiant yelp, at least as defiant as a naked, bound and gagged girl can be. She stops and turns towards me. I freeze in fear, thinking that maybe i wasn't in a position to irritate her. But i had to do something! We were being treated like livestock! I can't just sit here and accept whatever is going to happen to me!

She approaches me smiling, that smile that someone has when they know they have already won. She gets right in my face, looking me straight in the eyes and grabs me by a tuft of my hair. "Do you know i almost didn't pick you to be my pony? If i was a bit more careless you might had kept your silly life, taking pictures, wearing costumes and all that crap. But since you are here, and since you like to act tough, i'm going to personally train you to be the most obedient and pleasing pony i have in this estate". Her voice was deep and menacing, and her words rang to my ears all throughout that hellish day.



  The next hours were a nightmare. After oiling us meticulously, the two female "executioners" of our transformation, begun "dressing" us into our new outfits. A very thick, pink, leather corset was placed around my already slim waist. It hugged my skin, too tightly, and ended under my B-cup breasts, constricting my body. I let out a groan as the woman pushed with her boot against my lower back, before tying off its thick, wire-like strings, well out of my reach. The corset had various D-rings, on the sides, on the front and back. All those accessories didn't seem helpful to me. And i was proven correct.

Next, was a long, leather collar, again pink, that they placed on my neck. Another couple of rings sat in the front and back of the uncomfortable vice. In a moment, i lost most of my mobility on my neck. I could not turn to side, nor lower my head.

Next, was my chest. A round, steel ring, nesting just above my breast, on my cleavage, was the base were 5 pink leather belts "branched out" from, in a star sign, into a complete leather harness. Two of them came horizontally above my breasts, two came upwards around the neck collar, and the last one darted down, splitting my breasts into two, and connecting to yet another ring, just under them, that produced the same results: Crossing under my breasts, and and as before, going around my back, surrounding my torso inside a leather prison. A vertical belt, was connected to the corset, under it, via a D-ring.

I moaned in protest but the two asian girls begun putting the light-pink-colored leather on me without much debate. The belts tightened around my breasts and made them bulge outwards, then crossed around my torso, hugging my skin without any slack. The strange women took their time, making sure everything fitted like a glove, with any slack, before moving on the next piece.



   My arms were covered with a pink, latex glove, that went past the elbow. Above my hands, two hollow, hard mittens, that awfully resembled horses' hooves, were placed. I kept looking at them, the sight made it clearer how fucked up the situation was. They were turning as into horses. A pair of metal cuffs, with a carabiner molded on the inner side, was also snapped shut around our wrists. As fast as my arms were freed from the stretching stocks, they were quickly bound together, shoulder to wrist, by another set of leather belts. With our hands (or should i say, hooves) bound like that, all girls had been forced into a very submissive position, like a pet begging his master for a treat. The women secured us by the collar to the wooden posts. They did leave our legs spread, though, in their previous bonds.

Strangely enough, the two scandinavian sisters got a different treatment on their arms, which where instead, bound in a strict box tie behind their back, then more leather straps fused their bound forearms into a single limb. I could not tell the reason behind this difference, and at that point, i didn't really care, especially when i saw what was next in store for me.



   The two vets from hell continued, producing another belt, this one destined for my crotch. Although as thick as the previous ones, it had three mysterious slits on it, one higher, on my pelvis, and two just were my orifices would be over. The first one was a single vertical slit, while the other ones had a cross shape, like two slits intersecting. On the back of the belt, hanged a long, full, tail, its color same as our very own hair.

As they pulled the belts snuggle between our legs, then attaching them to front and back D-rings of the dreaded corset, the hated women explained to us that we were not allowed to shit (i didn't though that was even possible in this), or piss (that one i could, maybe) without someone granted us the right by removing the crotch belt. I let out a moan as the woman fastened it behind my back.

It was all uncomfortable, and very demeaning, but i wouldn't say it was torture. If any was occuring, that was happening to our self-esteems and human nature. But, when the nurse came towards me holding a piercing gun, i lost the earth from under my feet, only my wrists' restraints keeping me from falling to the floor. I could not imagine how cruel these people could get.

With my nipples hard and swollen, the nurses pierced both of them with a thick needle. I almost passed out from the pain. the bitches didn't even use an aneasthetic! They fitted us with a round, gold ring on each breast. I had thought about getting my breasts pierced earlier this year, but it certainly wasn't under those circumstances. To add to my humiliation, the rings had two small bells on either side of my nipple, that would jingle whenever my breasts moved. I wanted to die from embarassment, but could only sob quietly as my tormentors got ready for the next part of our transformation, which was a round septum ring, gold just like the previous piercings.

Then they pulled out a pair of medical pliers. Confused and terrified as to what this might be useful for, i tried kicking at them, but my metal restraints didn't make that possible. What i hadn't noticed was that the crotch belt's vertical slit was right under my bulging clit. All the girls regained their strength, just by the prospect of what was going to happen to us, and had started sobbing and screaming again. The two women pulled the sensitive pieces of skin through the leather slit, before piercing it with a sadistic, gold, hollow bar, thick enough for a thin wire to pass through. It was made out of two parts that were screwed together, and became wider on the sides and thinner through the middle, were it passed through my most sensitive part. When the other half was screwed on, it resembled two blooming flowers forcing opposite ways.

Each girl let out screeching screams of agony as the piercing went through their clits. I had never felt such pain in my life! The dreaded clit piercing also had small bells on its sides. The realisation that my clit would now be permanently trapped and displayed like that made my heart sink even more.



 They grabbed a big tuft of my hair and fashioned it and a single pony-tail, held by leather wraps. To my shock they then pulled out some shavers, and shaved every hair around the ponytail. I struggle to avoid it, but restrained as i am, i can only see my hair as they fall down on the ground. The women then apply the same special ointment they had rubbed our whole bodies earlier, this time on the bald parts of our skull, so that no hair would ever grow there again. Although it didn't hurt, i cried the most during this. I always loved my hair and took extra care of them, and now to see them taken away from me and become part of my transformation into some sort of beast was devastating.

Next, they put my feet into some darker-pink boots that went all the way up to my thighs. The pink leather became thicker and thicker as it progressed from my thighs down to the feet, were it was hard as a rock. On the outside of my calfs, the boots had affixed single, round rings, that would prove useful during our "training". Similar to the corset, they were laced all the way through, on the back of the boot, for the tightest fit. It took about 40 minutes for each shoe to be perfectly laced, so that i felt i strong, leather hug on the entire length of my legs.

The worst part was the shoes themselves. They resembled black hooves, complete with steel horseshoes hammered on, and it became quickly apparent that wearing them would force me to stand on the soles of my feet, with my heels raised up. Thankfully, the hooves provided enough surface to stand on.

Lastly, was the head harness -in my case it was pink, of course. It consisted of a bit-gag, between two steel rings (where the reins would connect). From those two rings, came eight leather straps, one pair secured around the back of the head, one sideways, meeting right between the eyes, where a single strap went up the forehead to the top of the head, where all four straps ended in a single ring, that the ponytail was fitted through.

One pair on the sides of the face. Attached to them, was a pair of square-shaped blinders, like the one's horses on carrages wore. Above this humiliating feature though, was another more insulting. A pair of leather, horse ears pointed up, signalling to everyone that whoever wore this wasn't a human being. The last pair of straps buckled under the chin.



   In the end, all four of us were fitted with our new clothes. If i had known there, that i would not wear a single "normal" piece of clothing in my life again, i would be more furious with the choice made for us. The scandinavian girls were dressed in a dark green and light blue outfit, while the black girl next to me, was in a bright white leather gear.

Just when the nurses were finishing putting our head-harnesses on, or "gearing us up" (another phrase in their vocabulary that i hated) i saw the woman they called Miss Denise return. She sat in a chair and waited until all her "ponies", as she called us, were prepared. I saw her holding a riding crop, and tried not to think of what she had planned. When the nurses finished with all of us, Denise told them to remove our gags. I had thought if they did it a few hours earlier i could have negotiated my freedom in some way, but now it was clear that it would be pointless. I was also exhausted, physically, but much more, mentally.

"Why are you doing this to us?" I heard one of the scandinavian sisters. She received a strong smack from the crop on her still healing nipple. "Because i want to! And now that you've given me the chance, let's make one thing clear...You are never to speak in human voice ever again! Ponies do not speak, they only whine and neigh." I was getting mad at her audacity to say such a thing like it was normal! "You can't expect us to act like horses! We're people!" Before i could finish my sentence, the crop swang powerfully across my face. It burned like hell, but i wasn't gonna become anyone's animal! "Someone will find us, you know!" *WHACK* Five more strikes followed and i almost fell down, my head spinning and my breasts on fire from the stinking pain.



  "Now..." continued Denise as if my small rebellious act had never happened, "you're almost ready to begin your training. All you need is a name. And to make sure you'll never forget your name, we're going to brand it on you." All the other girls begun slowly whipping in fear, trying to avoid being hit. I started breathing heavily, trying to gather some strength for the impending suffering.

"Let's see..", Denise stands in front of the black girl first, whose legs were now shaking from fear. "I think i'll name you Beauty, you know, like the Black Beauty. My kids love that movie!" In no time, the branding iron with the word "BEAUTY" was ready. The nurses bend the bound girl over a metal counter and the hot iron sizzled into the girl's flesh, on the lower part of her right  butt-cheek. Her screams only made me more nervous, as i knew i was next.

"You.. the troublemaker", the woman joked, which made me mad again. Mad that she had all the power in the world at that moment, and i could do nothing to stop her. I hated her with all my being. "Since you're so nicely wrapped in this pink getup, with your pink mane and all, i was thinking something girly..pink and girly..like Candy!"

I wanted to curse at her so bad, but a self-preservation instinct kept me from receiving another mark from the crop. I was led to the same place the girl marked as "Beauty" had been bent over. As the iron touched my flesh, i let out a scream so loud, i thought i would never utter a word again. The saddest thing was, that statement seamed true at the time.
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Comments: 39

astrocitizen [2019-11-08 23:48:13 +0000 UTC]

Just recently found this story; sorry to see it hasn't continued but hey, ever since Sir Jeff's website closed up shop, I am hurting for any good pg fiction.

Question -- what's the importance of Denise's distinction between fillies (Beauty and Candy) and mares (the twins)?  Thanks!

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denkira7 In reply to astrocitizen [2019-11-09 21:58:47 +0000 UTC]

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Curia-DD [2019-03-29 13:16:05 +0000 UTC]

Is this the story you mentioned?

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denkira7 In reply to Curia-DD [2019-03-29 13:27:52 +0000 UTC]

Sadly no, it's not. I haven't uploaded that on da. Sorry for the tease.  

It's not like you are the protagonist, exactly. There was a variety of damsels, being turned into immobile mannequin dolls, and you were one of them.

If i do upload it, i'll let you know.

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Curia-DD In reply to denkira7 [2019-03-29 14:06:17 +0000 UTC]

awesome!!!

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Devil621 [2018-01-09 05:43:42 +0000 UTC]

Slight changes, very nice.

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denkira7 In reply to Devil621 [2018-01-09 17:01:29 +0000 UTC]

Thank you. I only wanted a small re-imagination of their look. I think it came out well.

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OddLittleDesires [2016-10-27 17:14:05 +0000 UTC]

Wow another exciting start, and once again mercylessly detailed^^
Haha, poor Candy, I hope she keeps her rebellious spirit for a while, should make things more interesting ; )

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denkira7 In reply to OddLittleDesires [2016-10-27 18:58:09 +0000 UTC]

Thanks! She is very feisty, so it should be interesting. ☺

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NualaTawse [2016-09-09 05:00:04 +0000 UTC]

Fabulous beginning it would be good to follow lucky candy's adventures

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denkira7 In reply to NualaTawse [2016-09-09 18:06:05 +0000 UTC]

Not as lucky as Denise.

Thank you. Candy's story will continue for sure.

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NualaTawse In reply to denkira7 [2016-09-10 14:24:23 +0000 UTC]

Oh I don't know, I'm sure I would enjoy changing places with Candy lol ... Being a ponygirl is a wonderful experience .. I look forward to reading about Candy's further adventures

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Lislsdream [2016-09-02 03:05:54 +0000 UTC]

Really good! Thanks for sharing!

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denkira7 In reply to Lislsdream [2016-09-02 13:06:41 +0000 UTC]

Thanks! It's more fun sharing fantasies, than keeping them to yourself.

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Lislsdream In reply to denkira7 [2016-09-05 00:13:32 +0000 UTC]

You're so right! I think what I'm surprised by most is that I AM surprised at the fun-ness factor! I used to teach SCUBA and we ensured that each diver had a buddy. There's lotsa good reasons from just a pure, functionalist safety aspect, but the best reason was that it more fun when there's more than just YOU.  
...and the same is true for other pastimes...
...and if sexgames aren't high on peoples' agenda, they are really missing out on some of the best bits of the whole human experience. Of course "bumping bits" with a partner is wonderful: but no matter how body focused you are, your mind will always be your biggest, best erogenous zone!
 "Oooh they're WICKED thoughts that you're having!"
"I know! Yippie!"
It was when some idiot decided that to just think of a thing, just the mental conceptualisation of a deed, was equivalent to actually DOING it. 
 We humans have been confused ever since about fantasies... 
..and I think it is VERY wierd that if I decide I want a new game for my PlayEndoBox (tm): I'll be sure to find "Mission-Of-Combat VI:Final Massacre (Full-Body-Count Edition)", but will search in vain for "Fucking-and-Sucking VI: Final Climaxxx (Count-Full-Bodies Edition)"...  
Sorry! I do waffle: it's why my pony alter-ego's kept permanently gagged!

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denkira7 In reply to Lislsdream [2016-09-05 01:02:50 +0000 UTC]

Hehe, you're right though. Sex is still a lot more taboo than violence, which is sad.

When i was younger and had these kinds of kinky thoughts, i felt very guilty. It was in the internet that i saw how vast the community is. It helped me see how people separate between these two things, and it made it ok.  No matter how evil and non-consensual what i write is, it's obvious that it comes from another state of mind, not linked with reality.

I love gagged ponies, that bit makes them easy to control, too.

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DisturbingUniverse In reply to denkira7 [2022-01-23 06:06:08 +0000 UTC]

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Lislsdream In reply to denkira7 [2016-09-09 05:10:36 +0000 UTC]

Me too...
when I found I was interested/fascinated by this kinky business, it was (gulp-admitting my age somewhat!) before I had the Internet, before anybody really did. I was very much alone and as you say guiltily perverted (one partner liked to tie me up, but that was all)...
and then I discovered the internet, and realised i wasn't the only one...
although a lot of what I first found was VERY gynophobic: all blood and torture, mainly...
and then I found the Blessed Sir Jeff and his wonderful website!

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denkira7 In reply to Lislsdream [2016-09-11 00:03:02 +0000 UTC]

Who's Sir Jeff and what's on his website?

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Lislsdream In reply to denkira7 [2016-09-12 02:52:56 +0000 UTC]

WHO he is I don't know, but it's "Sir Jeff's Ponygirl Website", and I understand that when it first appeared (1999!) there was very little ponygirl stuff collected together, and I think the site has played a HUGE role in bringing the concept outinto the general awareness of the kinksters of the world! Search for this: sirjeffx.freeshell.org , and I'm sure you'll be very happy indeed!
  The other site well worth investigating is Shadowplayers.com". It's a paysite, but the man who runs it has possibly the best job in the world! You'll find free pics on Tumblr and search for site rips, too. The ponies are not latex suited or all in rubber: no, they are naked (bar their tack, of course) as all good ponies should be!

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denkira7 In reply to Lislsdream [2016-09-12 03:29:01 +0000 UTC]

Lots of ponies on that site, nice!

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EllishaFox [2016-07-17 10:10:32 +0000 UTC]

That's a really nice story. Detailed and so. But why, why nobody includes a feathered plume in pony gear in their stories?( that's so humiliating thing

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denkira7 In reply to EllishaFox [2016-07-18 01:46:48 +0000 UTC]

Good point, i guess the mane makes it a bit obsolete. Maybe i'll add one if they are being pambered up for a show of sorts.

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EllishaFox In reply to denkira7 [2016-07-18 08:45:09 +0000 UTC]

Hooray! That's will be awesome!

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Spadassin1968 [2016-06-23 18:02:49 +0000 UTC]

Very good story so far. I love ponygirl and you do them so realistic . Thank's for sharing.

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jarvik2009 [2016-06-06 22:35:50 +0000 UTC]

Really liked the story so far especially the in-depth description of their preparation.

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Miikkamari [2015-12-19 18:53:33 +0000 UTC]

Great start

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denkira7 In reply to Miikkamari [2015-12-20 03:23:32 +0000 UTC]

thank you!

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Danaume [2015-12-17 22:18:32 +0000 UTC]

I seriously hope for a part two soon! Very hot!

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denkira7 In reply to Danaume [2015-12-17 22:28:02 +0000 UTC]

Thanks girl! Part 2 is a comin'

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Danaume In reply to denkira7 [2015-12-18 06:33:45 +0000 UTC]

Yay! Candy kind of reminds me of Cherrybomb, which makes me giddy. ^.^

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amberleaf7784 [2015-12-16 23:37:36 +0000 UTC]

You got me hanging on what may happen next... There don't seem to be many quality ponygirl stories floating around at the moment especially with the void left behind due to 'no further updates' over at the long time running Sir jeffs Ponygirl site.

I am sure Sir Jeff himself would love this one if his site were still updating. 

I Love these evil mistress pony owner stories. Great start! Please continue!!

I hope her training is a long and difficult one.. I also hope you chuck in a few interesting restraints and the odd body modification horrors to spice it up even further. Although however you evolve this story I am sure it will be as superbly written as your other kinky tales.

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denkira7 In reply to amberleaf7784 [2015-12-17 01:04:03 +0000 UTC]

Thank you very much Amber! I like female doms in my stories the most too. I'll try to live up to your expectations

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renz5070 [2015-12-15 20:36:06 +0000 UTC]

Still miss Raya the petgirl 

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logan222 [2015-12-14 05:37:05 +0000 UTC]

Awesome! Considering how wonderfully cruel your other stories are I can't wait to see where this goes!

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denkira7 In reply to logan222 [2015-12-14 15:25:13 +0000 UTC]

Thanks, dude! Only seeing the modifications, gives you a hint.

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night-glare [2015-12-14 05:24:04 +0000 UTC]

gorgeous first act!

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denkira7 In reply to night-glare [2015-12-14 15:27:37 +0000 UTC]

Thank you! Hope you liked that i wrote Claire to be pretty feisty.

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night-glare In reply to denkira7 [2015-12-14 15:39:53 +0000 UTC]

very much so!

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