Paradise Isle - The Pony Pt. 04

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Part 4 of the 5 part series

Updated 06/11/2023
Created 06/25/2022
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(fetish, ponyplay, ponygirl, consensual) Pony Play trials.

By ChangeYourPassword

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

This tale is a stand-alone story of an adventure at Paradise Isle. Please read at least the first section of the 'Island Paradise, The Beginning' for background on the wonderful island and its sexual vacation orientation. It sets the stage for this and other stories of sexual pleasures encountered on the island.

Read the previous parts of The Pony, first.

Saturdays at the resort were like every other day for ponies. So, Scott and Summer followed their now normal routine, and he had his ponygirl ready and waiting when Antonio arrived to take her for her training session.

After several rigorous hours of practice, reinforcing her training and behaviors, Summer was released into the paddock with the other ponies. She quickly noticed that Sally was gone, probably on her way home from her 'vacation' on the island.

Missy was there, as was Flower, and they were standing around, as they so often did, waiting for whatever was to come next.

When she wandered over, Missy didn't look quite so sullen, perhaps she was getting used to her forced pony life. Flower, of course, was standing quietly and contentedly. She seemed so much the ponygirl, that Summer wondered if she'd ever be able to go back to being a normal woman. Perhaps she'll be a pony forever, Summer wondered, and the thought made her uncomfortable. She couldn't imagine staying a ponygirl. Even though she was enjoying herself, mostly, she expected to return to her old life, at home - with Scott, or some other lover.

The three of them stood, together for only a short time before Dusty was deposited in the corral, finally finished with her morning session.

The poor girl took a few steps, before pausing as a flow of pee spilled out of her disgusting catheter. She paused, head down and humiliated, until it slowed to a dribble, and then she walked over to the herd.

Summer watched her approach, and couldn't help feeling sorry for her, as drips continued to fall between her legs.

Shifting her focus, Summer glanced at Dusty's bells. They swung, glinted, and jingled as she pranced over. I'll be like that soon, she told herself. She wondered if their pulling hurt, or if the constant jangle was annoying. How did she, and Flower too, even sleep with the things?

She could picture them ringing as she pranced and trotted around; all the while pulling on her nipples. And she imagined sleeping with them. Because of her tail, she couldn't sleep on her back, and she figured that with those bells hanging on her tits, she wouldn't be able to sleep on her belly either. Damn!

She wished she could ask. But of course, she couldn't. Ponies could only endure. She knew she'd find out soon enough.

When Dusty got to them, they greeted her, as best they could. Trying to make her feel welcome, despite her handicap.

After that, they stood around listlessly, mindlessly, until their trainers came out and retrieved them for their lunch.

After she'd finished, and been cleaned up, Antonio took her to a little office area, in the back of the barn, where she found Scott, seated on a chair, waiting.

"Hi Summer, my love, I'm here for your belling. I'm so proud of you. It's a pleasure being your owner."

As he delivered his lines, she couldn't help but wonder if he really meant it, or if he was being sarcastic, or just nasty.

He'd never been mean to her before, ever, and his smile actually seemed genuine. She wondered if he was, in fact, happy to be her owner.

She did love the guy, but she still didn't think marriage would work. He was just too nice...

Antonio had her stand while he opened a little jewelry box and lifted out two pretty jingle bells, similar to the ones the other successful ponies wore.

Looking at them, they did look pretty, and heavy. They were about an inch in diameter, and shiny silver.

"I'm, very proud of you, Summer, you're becoming a wonderful pony." Antonio said, smiling and pushing two candies into her mouth, around her bit.

Then he took the bells out, one by one and with a pair of pliers closed the little rings that would link the bell to her nipple ring.

As he finished the first one, Summer's fears were confirmed, the thing was heavy, and she could feel it pulling on her poor nipple.

Finished, he put the tool down and reached out to flick each of her bells.

She jumped a bit, and he laughed.

She had to admit that the delicate little jingle the bells made was pretty, but she was sure it would indeed become annoying very quickly.

"Scott, you'll have to help her keep them polished," Antonio added as they were preparing to get back to work.

"Help?"

Antonio chuckled. "Well, you'll have to do the work. Her hooves won't be of much use."

Scott chuckled. "I understand. My pleasure." He said, leaning in to give Summer a goodbye kiss on the cheek. And as he backed away, he reached out with his hands and plinked her bells.

"Those do sound charming. And just think, now when you prance around, you'll not only be clip-clopping, you'll also be jingling. Everyone will be delighted."

Yah, right, Summer thought.

As Antonio led her away, she listened to her bells tinkling with every step. Just charming, she thought, dryly.

And they pulled on her nipples with every step, too!

He led her straight to one of the paddocks, and ran her through some more training exercises. To acquaint her to her new decorations.

After an hour of prancing about, she did become accustomed to their jingling. So much so, that it became just background noise and even their pulling on her breasts could be ignored. Until, that is Antonio started her on trotting practice. Then, she found it hard to ignore either the jangling, or the yanking and pulling of her poor nipples.

Swinging and bouncing, as she ran, the bells banged down against her corset and up onto the tops and sides of her bare breasts. Now that was really annoying!

For the last hour of her day, Antonio took her out onto the resort's pathways for a walk around the grounds, and among the other guests.

"Show them what a perfect ponygirl you are," he told her as they started off.

She kind of liked the idea. Being a real ponygirl, a perfect one, on display was her fantasy, after all. And she now figured that she had achieved that goal. So proudly, she pranced along, led by her trainer, showing off for all to admire.

And she enjoyed herself, and it all made her very horny.

Of course, she drew a lot of attention. The sound of her hooves on the hard pavement, coupled with the musical jingles of her bells drew a lot of attention. And when they crossed the wooden bridges, connecting the interior islands, each step echoed loudly and hollowly.

Several times, along their route, guests actually applauded as she passed by. And that made her smile around her bit.

And a few of other times, fascinated couples stopped Antonio to ask about her.

"This is Summer. She's been in training for almost a week now, and has become a perfect ponygirl. She's earned her bells for performing so well. Isn't she gorgeous?" Was her trainer's stock answer.

"Yes, she is. And so well behaved." A woman commented. And it made Summer proud.

"Summer, do you like being a ponygirl?" she then asked.

Summer, stomped her hoof.

"That's a yes." Antonio translated.

The woman smiled.

"Is she available for parties?" the woman's male companion asked, and he seemed serious.

"Well, she's in training during the days. There's always room for improvement. But in the evenings, she might be. You'd have to ask her owner." Antonio replied. Then he turned to Summer.

"Summer, do you think your owner would be amenable to loaning you out?"

Hell no! she thought, angrily. And she stomped, twice.

I'm no hooker. Nor am I a slave. And Scott loves me too much to loan me out.

"Too bad," the guy said, "It could be fun, don't you think, my dear?" he asked his wife.

She sensed that Summer didn't like the idea. So, she leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "It would be fun, but I don't think Summer is available." And she giggled.

A pair of women, also stopped them. And they got touchy-feely. And Antonio allowed it. Summer knew not to resist; it would break training. One of her rules centered on her behavior around humans. As a pony she had to submit to being petted, caressed or pawed by the people who approached her.

There were rules, but her trainer or owner, whoever controlled her reins, were expected to enforce them. Never the pony herself.

So, when one of the pair reached out and stroked her mane, Summer stood quietly and tried to enjoy the attention. The woman was murmuring compliments as she petted.

Her companion, though was a little more assertive. She reached out and grabbed one of Summer's bells, and pulled, making Summer groan.

When Summer glanced at Antonio, he was just stood, smiling.

"These are fascinating. Does the pony wear them all of the time?" She asked.

"Yes, now she does. They're a symbol of how well behaved she is. How well trained." Antonio explained. "She just earned them, as of today."

"And you trained her?"

"Yes, mam. That's my job, here at the resort."

"Ah, excellent. Tell me, please, how often have you had to discipline her, with your crop." The woman asked, pointing at the crop hanging from Antonio's belt. All the while she continued to pull and twist the bell on Summer's nipple, making her squirm.

Summer's nipple was starting to hurt. She wasn't enjoying this encounter.

The woman's partner, finished running her fingers through her mane, slid her hand down her back to her ass, and that did feel kind of good.

Antonio, meanwhile, was smiling at the more dominant of the pair. "Oh, Summer wasn't that hard to train. She likes being a pony. She just needed encouragement in learning all of the rules and proper behaviors. "

"May I try?"

"I'm sorry miss, but only a trainer or owner may crop or whip a ponygirl." He replied, leaving little doubt as to the rules of the game.

Summer was relieved. She didn't want to be whipped by the woman. And besides, she hadn't done anything that would warrant punishment. She was a good pony.

But just then the other girl, grabbed her tail and gave it a yank. And Summer jumped, squealed, and swatted behind her with her arm and hoof.

"Ouch," the woman cried, as the hoof came in contact with her wrist. She pulled her arm to her chest and rubbed at it.

Antonio, yanked on the pony's rein. "Summer, you know better, than that. Ponies are never allowed to hurt anyone!" And he angrily grabbed his crop and began spanking her as he held her reins, so she couldn't turn away.

She jumped and whimpered as he hit her. While the two women stepped back. Summer caught a glimpse of the bitchy one, smiling, like she appreciated her pain, and embarrassment. She probably did love the sight and the suffering. Bitch!

After a dozen strokes, more than she'd ever received, Summer was left crying and humiliated. Several others had been drawn to the sad show, and were standing about, watching.

After apologizing, Antonio, led her away from the couple and the assembled audience and back along the way they'd come.

After a while he scolded her for losing her control. And then he apologized for having spanked her, even though she deserved it.

"I know that woman pulled your tail. But you have to understand that's a common occurrence. The way that plug is designed it is intended to display a proper tail, and to be pulled, playfully. You must learn to accept and enjoy it. Those other plugs that leave a tail hanging limply, beneath your ass hole are crude and easily yanked out. The one you're wearing is much better."

He paused, sighing. "I failed you by not including that in your training. I'm sorry. From now on, I'll work with you, or I'll ask your owner to work with you to teach you to enjoy that pull and the feelings it generates."

By that point, Summer had stopped crying, and had been listening to her trainer. She understood what he was getting at. She'd seen those other tails. She had thought them kinky, but never considered the pulling and plying aspect.

She did like her tail, and she'd gotten used to the feeling of the thing in her ass, but she'd been surprised when that girl had yanked on it, and by how it had poked her butt hole.

She wasn't exactly looking forward to learning to accept those unpleasant feelings again.

Antonio wound up taking her straight back to her suite's stall. There he placed her inside and when Scott stepped out the connecting door, the two of them walked outside, where Summer, assumed her trainer briefed her owner on her failure and the needed tail yanking training.

Damn! Something else, I have to learn to deal with.

She'd never been a fan of anal sex, or stimulation, but now she realized she'd have to learn about it. Maybe I'll even learn to enjoy it, she thought to herself, doubtfully.

A few minutes later Scott returned.

"Sounds like you were a bad pony. And that we have some homework to do." He said, a little too happily when he walked inside.

Summer just shrugged. How could she argue or even explain?

He walked up to her and kissed her on her nose, as he wrapped an arm around her. Then she felt him grab her tail and gently pull on the thing. And the associated movement of the plug in her ass, made her cringe. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel all that good, either.

"Antonio gave me a suggestion that should help you. We'll try it later. Are you hungry? I've already eaten."

She was indeed hungry, so she stomped a hoof. She was also curious about the suggestion...

While they waited for the delivery, Scott took several minutes to examine her bells more closely.

"I do love these. They're such nice decorations, and they sound so magical as they jingle and call attention to my lovely pony." He said lovingly. "And I think they'll be a lot of fun."

For a while he switched his grip to the chains that ran between her bridle and her nipples, and by pulling on them, he made her breasts bounce and her bells jingle.

He chuckled, and smiled happily, as he did.

Summer didn't appreciate it anywhere near as much as her owner did. As erotic as they were, she now realized that they were also humiliating, noisy and annoying in the way they pulled on her nipples.

Her food was delivered, as always, in a bowl that fit into her feeding shelf. And after Scott removed her bit, and helped her massage some feeling into her cramped mouth, he stood back to allow her to eat.

Bending to dip her face into the bowl, her breasts hung down and the bells attached to her nipple rings rang, melodiously.

She paused, again annoyed by the things. They would be a constant in her pony life, from now on! Shit!

She got angry when Scott, chuckled, and stepping forward he reached under, and tapped one of her bells, making it ring even more.

She stood up and glared at him.

"What?" he said, still chuckling. "I love that part of your pony get-up. And you earned them. Be proud."

She remained pissed off. Now more than ever, thinking that he was making fun of her accomplishment.

Stott, understanding that he was being a prick, turned and wandered into his room, to let her cool down and finish her food.

But I do love those decorations, he said to himself. I wonder if I can convince her to keep them.

When she finished, she stepped through into his room and seeing her he put his book down, and followed her back into the stall area to rinse off her mouth.

He then attached her reins and led her outside to relieve herself - their normal practice, but they were a little earlier than usual and it was still light outside, Summer was still shy about emptying her bladder and bowels out where everyone can see. And this time her bells made it worse. Their jingling was just loud enough, to call even more attention to her, when she was on her way to pee and poop out in the open.

Trying to quiet the jangling, she brought her arms and their hooves in, attempting to hold the things, and prevent them from making noise.

Scott noticed, though. "Oh no you don't, my pony. Let your proud decorations make all the noise they want." And he slapped her on the ass.

Summer jumped, and squealed, and drew even more attention to herself from the passers-by. Damn it all!

After emptying herself, and being wiped, humiliatingly, she was returned to the suite, into Scott's bedroom.

She was again disappointed when, this time, Scott didn't remove her bit.

Scott knew she was expecting him to, but he decided that she was a pony, and as he wasn't looking for a blow job that night. She'd be just fine with it remaining where it belonged.

He pulled her in and held her, as he kissed her, around her bit, while she did her best to kiss him back.

Again, he played with her nose ring. He really does love that thing, she thought, idly, as he bit and pulled on that part of her jewelry. It was an important aspect of her pony livery, but she still hated it, and knew she could never wear the thing back home, out in public. It would be far too embarrassing.

He bit down on the ring, and held her, while he unwrapped his arms and then reached down to hook his fingers through her nipple rings. He'd done that before and Summer was used to it. She actually enjoyed it as long as he was gentle.

This time, though, he used his hold on her rings, to jingle her new bells.

And in her current state, she was very horny, she admitted to herself that the jingling sounded pretty and happy. Who didn't love jingle bells? But she was already getting sick of their constant racket. And he was making it worse.

When he let go of his grip on her nose ring and leaned back, she could see that he was smiling like a little kid. Delightfully and devilishly, and he maintained his hold on her bells. All she could do was stand there, and wait for him to finish playing around.

His room included a lounge chair with a small footstool, where he often settled in to read, and he decided that tonight, he'd use the stool for a different purpose.

He pulled it out into the room and positioned it sideways. When he gently pushed her down onto her knees in front of the thing, and she bent over it, it only supported her belly. She was held on her hands and knees, actually her hooves and knees, with her breasts, and their bells hanging down towards the floor.

"That's a great position," he said enthusiastically.

She wasn't so sure, so she just grunted. It wasn't a strict violation of the pony rules, so he didn't give her a swat on the ass, but he was tempted.

When he knelt down behind her, and pushed her legs apart, her ass was right in front of him, her pussy easily available, and her tail was sticking up against his belly as he entered her from behind. Perfect!

While he slowly began humping her, he grabbed her tail and began pulling up, left and right in a rhythm that matchet his thrusting. Her bells were also jingling in tune to the same rhythm. Even better!

Summer enjoyed the feel of his cock, and surprisingly she also enjoyed the feelings generated by the plug in her ass. It was a first for her. She'd never felt, let alone enjoyed being screwed front and back at the same time.

Being bent over a stool, to be taken from behind was also a new experience, and it was working too. Somehow it felt more demeaning, and that excited her.