Ponyboy vignettes

Ponyboy vignettes with a mixture of straight and bi situations.

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Jack hadn't meant to become a ponyboy; not exactly. Yet here he was, dripping with sweat under the blazing sun, teamed up with another huge stallion to pull one of the old-fashioned ploughs that churned the rich earth on this traditional farm. His diagnosis of Slavery Denial Disorder had come at a point in his life where he was already seriously considering taking the slave oath and becoming a stallion anyway, but he knew that would've been on his own terms.

Now here he was, fresh out of training, sold to a farming family who so far had treated him with kindness, if not as a person. He was not a person, not legally. A ponyboy had to be looked after, cared for, health and happiness monitored and kept within legal limits, but beyond that, a ponyboy was a slave like any other. Just like the hulking naked human man who his owner addressed as 'husband' and occasionally as 'slaveboy'.

That same human man patrolled the fields now, and had just finished directing the work of Bounty and Bubbly, the two gorgeous dark-skinned fillies who pulled the other plough. Jack saw him stomping over to the pair of stallions, who weren't making as much headway. The farm slaveboy, husband to the farm's actual owner, trailed a whip in his hand and swished it with a businesslike manner as he approached.

"Buster, you're doing well as always, my friend, keep it up and our mistress is sure to reward you with a taste of Bounty's divine bottom when you retire to the stables tonight. Bumble, you need to work harder, boy. Halt, both of you."

Jack hadn't accepted being renamed yet, but he knew that this man would only ever address him as Bumble. Jack's options were few. His hands were locked into mitts that made them as useless as hooves, then bound behind his back in a thick leather sheath to force maximum exposure on him. His powerful body could barely move, for it was harnessed to a plough. He couldn't run, and the suite of control nanites that flowed through every muscle and sinew in his body would detect any attempt at violence and block it. This was what being a ponyboy meant.

The new ponyboy blushed as his enormous bare stallion cock got hard at the thought and thrust itself forward into the sunlight that bathed them all in its glow. Jack watched the slaveboy approach - such a strange way of talking about a man who must be at least fifty - and not for the first time that day Jack was pleased to see the handsome man's nude body in all its glory. The slaveboy had a gorgeous head of long brown hair, washboard abs and a cock to die for. He was just as attractive to Jack as their short and slender owner, whom he had only seen clothed.

"Stick first, Bumble, then carrot," said the slaveboy as he drew close then disappeared behind the new ponyboy, out of view thanks to the blinders that the big human-animal wore.

Jack/Bumble brayed in agony as the whip sliced into his upper back and left its line of pain across his tender skin. He tried to pull away but the plough was heavy, and Buster had dug his hoof-boots into the ground to anchor the pair in place. The best he could do was use all his strength to pull it a few inches at a time, and that meant straining every muscle to its limit. There was no purpose to it.

"Good pony, stay still now. Punishment first, reward after. Take it well for me, ponyboy, and remember our owner does this to me every day. This is really her whipping you, mark my words, not me."

Jack didn't believe that. He'd seen the farm slave's own erection leering out from his body and knew the man was enjoying giving him this attention. All Jack really wanted was to get through the two years of his non-consensual contract and be declared free of Slavery Denial Disorder. All Jack really wanted...

The sharp assault of the whip continued and grounded Jack in his body. His beautiful new stallion body. Jack had to admit that he was beautiful, as beautiful as the farm-slaveboy, his mistress, the other ponies, as beautiful as anyone else in their right place. The pain of the whipping continued. Each stroke drove him deeper into his body, down past the layers of resistance towards that feeling of being right in himself that he'd had glimpses of since being converted.

"That's enough, now boy, time for a little reward."

The farm-slave returned the whip to the belt that hung around his waist, the only thing he wore except a permanent relaxed smile. He came round to Jack's side and used his rough, warm hands to coax Jack's stallion cock back up to its maximum hardness. Jack sighed at each deft stroke the farm-slave used to masturbate him, and he stamped his hoof-booted feet on the ground and shook his mane about to distribute the pleasure around his whole body.

The ponyboy felt the health nanites starting to knit his wounded back, erasing the red lines that the whip would have traced out there, to leave perfect tender skin in their place. He whinnied as the farm-slave's coarse fingers caressed the great length of Jack's cock with more and more speed. The farm-slave was deft, well-practised, and clearly enjoying himself too if the smile on his face was any indication.

"Cum for me now, stallion," said the farm-slave.

The single word sent Jack - or Bumble - over the edge and he snorted as the orgasm overtook him. His body fizzed with the energy that it released and his head swam, blurring his vision and making him dizzy. The farm-slave kept coaxing Jack's cock through a long, blissful orgasm and made sure that Jack got maximum enjoyment from it. They held each other's gaze, two slaves together, part of a single family that had to pull together. Jack nodded. Lesson learned.

The farm-slave slapped Jack on his bare rump and ordered the ploughing to be started again, then he wandered out of the field to the other parts of the farm, to oversee the work that went on there. As long as the blinders allowed, Jack watched him go, his eyes tracing the lines of the man's fine buttocks and firm thick legs. He tried to beam his gratitude to the farm-slave, and for a time that day he forgot the way his new situation in life had been put upon him.

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Meredith rode her new ponyboy-husband across the rolling hills of the great national park that surrounded the small town they lived in. As was her preference, she wore no underwear to ride him, so that their skin could touch and the spark of their love could flow freely between them. She balanced expertly on his shoulders, her feet in the stirrups that hung at either side of his torso, her weight shifting to and fro, just so, to keep her right where she needed to be.

They had been married a week before, after a brief courtship that had started before Slimline Tonic had even become a ponyboy or been given his name. They were the same age, almost to the day, and had met in one of the mixer parties that were held for those coming of age to help them move out of the family areas and take their place in the real no-holds-barred life of their advanced society.

Meredith had seduced the boy easily, then fallen in love with him for real even more easily than that. Their interests, it transpired, aligned so closely that the match was almost heaven-sent. Meredith had convinced the boy to sign up to a five-year contract as her ponyboy, then proposed to him a month later. The week-long isolation the authorities had to place him in when he accepted - to make sure there were no undue influences dictating his eager 'yes' - had been the longest seven days of Meredith's young life.

"Gee up, Slim, faster boy," she said.

He whinnied in the high sweet pony voice that she'd insisted he have when she had overseen his conversion. Meredith rubbed her thick thatch of pubic hair against his neck and used his spine to stimulate her clit, which drew snorts of appreciation from the ponyboy as he strove to put on more speed for his owner.

For his part, Slimline Tonic couldn't remember ever being happier. A full, joyous life with his wife-owner stretched out before them, and he knew that she would care for him with the passion that infused everything she and he did together. Her spurs dug into his side - delicious pain when it was from her - and he went all-out to give her the speed she wanted.

Slim's enhanced ponyboy strength drove them hard up the rolling green hills and even harder down them. He had been trained to run with a rider, and Meredith weighed very little. The only challenge was hauling the camping gear that his wife had attached to his back, which swung unpredictably and made it hard to keep level.

"Good boy, now keep this speed up."

Slimline Tonic loved hearing those words from his wife. He dug deep into his mental and physical reserves, breathing harder and harder, to propel them across the beautiful landscape where Meredith had decided they would take their honeymoon. There was no finer place to be, and no finer person to share it with, thought Slim.

The harder he ran, the wetter his wife got. Slim picked a rocky road and took her down it, and she trusted to his skill to keep them both safe. The eager ponyboy bounced his owner up and down and his enhanced ears caught her increasingly ragged breaths. Not long now. A few more strides, and a flick to the side of his neck with each one, and she got there. Slimline Tonic kept racing on as his wife climaxed across the back of his neck, and he was soon rewarded with the words he wanted to hear.

"Good, good ponyboy. Stop right here - Mistress wants to taste your sweet pony cock again."

Slimline Tonic bellowed out a great neigh of joy.

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In the busy stables of the ponyboy rental agency, Special Surprise wondered what the two forty-something women who had just rented him out would want to do with their ponyboy and cart. By their accents, he judged them to be out-of-towners, perhaps visiting the capital city, and by their clothes he thought they were probably quite wealthy. One could live on almost nothing on their world, but most strived to excel, to get ahead. A few lived off wealth earned by their families. He thought they were probably two such ladies of leisure.

With giggles and laughter the two women watched as Special Surprise was harnessed up and made ready to carry them and their possessions. One of the rental agency slaves worked to get him ready - the girl Gina did it that day - and the two women giggled even more as they had Gina make up Special Surprise's face with lipstick, eye-liner, shadow and blush.

"Are the ones with the smaller cocks and balls really more obedient?" asked one to the slavegirl as she worked.

"Not really, miss, no. Special Surprise has a colt-standard cock, in fact, though his balls are a little on the smaller side. Temperament has nothing to do with that, it's all about attitude and training."

"And what's his temperament like?"

"He's a sweet thing, miss, very pliable and easygoing. Not a racer. A leisure pony."

"Have you ever, you know...?"

"Yes, miss! If the ponyboys are extra well-behaved, once or twice a week we unlock their cock cages and they get to fuck one of the slave stable-hands. Special Surprise got to fuck me just last week."

"What about the other way round?"

"Every day one of the owners fucks him with an enormous strapon. Occasionally I get to have a go, so he knows to obey me. It's all about pecking orders with ponyboys, you see, miss."

"Don't forget about his cock, will you. We paid extra."

"Yes, miss. Cock-cage: retract."

Special Surprise blushed as the women talked about him like the animal he was. His newly freed cock got a little hard as the slavegirl finished applying his make-up and pulled the straps of his harness nice and tight. The taller of the two pretty women who were renting him passed him and stepped behind him, then he snorted as she took a buttplug and thrust it into his arse. The plug expanded until it completely filled him and was anchored without possibility of expulsion, then it started to vibrate, which made the colt's hard-on grow to its full size.

"Well, now, that IS a special surprise, isn't it?"

"Oh, he has his name for a reason, miss. Nanite control is now yours."

"Nanites: block orgasm."

Special Surprise felt the control nanites kick in. Now he was unable to climax despite the stimulation of the buttplug, and would spend however long his renter liked with a leering hardon that would weave and bounce as he pulled the cart. He was a voluntary slave, working a one-year contract to see if he liked it, but the days when he was unceasingly erect pushed him the most. It couldn't help but draw eyes and giggles.

A little weight came through the metal struts that connected the cart to Special Surprise, then a little more. Both his riders had taken their seats in the two-person cart. A quick flip of the whip across his shoulders let him know to jog forward, which he did with fluid, high strides that his owners said made him look beautifully graceful.

The two women drove him out into the ponyboy lane and had him canter towards the shopping district. He had judged right, then. He weaved them past some stationary carts and human ponies, making each move with care so that his riders had the smoothest journey possible. He wanted to maintain his rating above four-stars, for his hide and his climax depended upon it.

Being a ponyboy gave Special Surprise a lot of time to think, which he liked. His renters tethered him outside a small emporium that seemed to specialise in leather dresses, then they disappeared inside. The tether was simple, a leather loop that clipped into his stout leather collar, but with his arms bound behind his back, there was nothing that Special Surprise could do to remove it, and so he spent the time waiting like the good ponyboy he was.

Two university students passed by on the pavement and stopped to look at Special. One wore naught but high heels and a collar, while the other was skimpily dressed but clearly a free woman. They went hand in hand together, lovers or friends, and they stayed holding hands even when they moved in close to Special Surprise to stroke his flank, then his hair, then his sides, cock, buttocks and legs.

The slavegirl seemed especially taken with his buttocks, and he snorted as she caressed him there and then had to stamp his feet to try and dispel the arousal. The arrival of the two girls had interrupted a train of thought about how much he was enjoying the powerful helplessness of being a ponyboy, and now he was being given an object lesson in that.

"You're really turned on, aren't you angel?" said the free, clothed girl.

"Yes, goddess."

"Come on, let's go find somewhere to play. Bye bye, ponyboy!"

The girls ran off and left Special Surprise alone again. A few minutes later, his two renters came out of the shop, and he managed to turn his head far enough to see them despite the blinders he wore. They were now dressed head to toe in black leather, and one of them held a piece of black leather strapping in one hand. They threw their shopping bags into the back of the cart, then got bust applying the new item to Special Surprise.

It was a garter belt, made of leather, which cinched about his waist and whose straps then dropped down to two belts that went one around each leg. With his pony-boots on, Special Surprise couldn't wear stockings, but the garters had a further strap that dropped down to join the long boot, giving a similar effect. The renters took some pictures of Special Surprise wearing his new garters, his hardon leering out, and he watched them upload them and tag his ident. Everyone who knew him would be able to see those. He blushed again.

The renters took him round a medley of shops and took their time in each. Mostly, they just left him alone on the street and he passed the time musing on what kind of slave he might like to be next, or whether he was ready to commit to the ponyboy life. Probably not yet - there was a lot to see and do before he decided on his life's path. The cart filled up with shopping, and through it all the ceaseless combination of buttplug and control nanites meant Special Surprise stayed erect. He looked good enough in the garters for lots of passersby to pose for pictures with: tourists and natives both.

Back on the cart, the two renters were nearing the end of their day. "Shall we be naughty?" said one to the other.

"What do you mean?"

"Hang on, ponyboy: hearing to pony words only."

That cut off Special Surprise from being able to hear anything except command words like 'turn' and 'stop'. The women babbled unintelligibly to him and laughed a strange laugh between them, then they took the ponyboy out of the city centre by a winding, unpredictable series of side streets and back roads until they finally had him draw up in a deserted loading area at the rear of two large shops that had closed for the day.

The women had Special Surprise walk forward towards a low wall until he was almost touching it, then they had him stop stock still and put on the cart's brakes. One of the women dropped down from the cart, and walked around in front of the ponyboy until they were almost touching each other. She sat down on the wall and had the ponyboy bend his knees until his cock was level with her crotch, then she reached under her leather skirt and took off her black knickers, which she thrust into Special Surprise's mouth.

The cart's brakes were released. Under the urging of the whip, the ponyboy was made to walk forward and penetrate the woman sitting facing him on the wall. The brakes were applied again. The whip cracked across his back and he understood the order: fuck. He did it with gusto. The woman wasn't particularly the type he went for, but being a ponyboy meant being a sex-slave and he had no say in the matter. Slaves did not consent.

The woman still on the cart whipped Special Surprise harder and harder, and he fucked her friend faster and faster, straining against the harness and struts to give her what she wanted. The woman he was fucking babbled unintelligible words to him and held his gaze while he nailed her, and then she stopped talking and just panted, her breaths growing deeper as her friend whipped the ponyboy harder still.

The renter's pussy contracted around Special Surprise's cock, and she gasped out a sweet orgasm while her friend cut the ponyboy's back with the whip and made him bray and whinny. He didn't like the pain but he loved the feeling of obedience, of pushing himself to excel for women in this way, in whatever way they wanted, and making them happy.

The renter was certainly happy. She panted, gasped, shook her head, shook her whole body, and kept the fucking going as her pussy contracted again and again through waves of climax until she was sweating and sucking in great lungfuls of air. Special Surprise had to snort away his own frustration as he penetrated her over and over. With the nanites still set to stop him from cumming, there was no way to rid himself of the need to climax. His lot was just to wait.

When the renters were done with their game, they drove horny Special Surprise quickly through the dimming streets towards the rental agency where he was stabled. ONce back there, they showed him the pad where they left his review: five stars, with a large tip that went into his 'jar', which would be his once he was free again.

The rental agency slaveboy washed him down, paying the usual excessive attention to his backside and balls, then he was locked into his stall after taking his evening meal. It wasn't long before one of his owners came along to visit him. She gave him full hearing back and congratulated him on a job well done, then without preamble she rammed her massive strapon inside him and made him bray. He came hard against the side of his stall and then the slaveboy came by and rinsed off the dregs.