A New Challenger Appears

The dominant side of you has to admire the set up locking you in place. Even if you had your hands free, you can’t bend over to unlock anything with the dildo pushed up into you as high as it is. Similarly, between the pony boots and dildo, you can’t bend your knees enough to try and jump off.

Even if none of that was true, you still wish your hands were free, if for no other reason than the submissive side of you really really, really needs to cum. Then, even without the prospect of escape, you could at least finger yourself to the orgasm that seems has been building all night.

You whimper as the vibration of the shaft continues, pulling at your arm binder with your trapped arms and hands. The thing does nothing more than creak as your chest writhes back and forth. You try and roll your hips to grind your clit into the stimulator attached to the dildo, but once again your predicament thwarts any attempt at lower body movement. All you accomplish is give anyone watching a magnificent view of your nubile curves as you twist and turn on the pole.

The shaft’s vibrations wouldn’t be considered intense stimulation by most standards, barely above the lowest settings of the commercial vibrators you have on your ship. But with the blinders on your bridle shut, the sensations caused by the shaft seem to reach inside the very fibre of your being.

For what feels like an eternity, you try everything you can think of, focusing on the sensation in your pussy and on your clit, hoping that it will take you over the edge, but it doesn’t happen. It’s close, so very close, but it’s just not enough.

You can’t take it anymore. You need to get off this one bar prison. You need to get your hands free.

You need to cum.

Surprising even yourself, you scream as loudly as you can, straining against the arm binder. Further adding to your despair, the bit in your mouth turns it into an inhuman wail. Or maybe a whinny.

“Shhh. Shhh.” Alice’s voice says soothingly, breaking you out of your stupor. You were so caught up in your torment that you didn’t hear her enter the stall.

You can feel her pressing her chest into your back as she reaches around you and cups your breasts, massaging them as she whispers to you. “Don’t worry, little filly. You’re alright. You’re alright.”

Between her soft whispers and the massage, you manage to regain as much of your composure as possible in your predicament, slowly calming down from your earlier outburst. Once she feels you’re sufficiently calm, she releases your breasts, circling around to your front. To your relief, she switches off the vibrations and causes the pole to retract slightly as she moves. It’s not enough to let you free, but at least you can relax slightly since you don’t have to strain to stay upright.

You can also hear someone else in the room following along as Alice works. Whoever it is, their footsteps sound strange, almost clunky on the wooden flooring of the stall. Before you can think too much on who the second person could be, Alice molests you again, grabbing your breast and squeezing the erect nipple between the fingers of one hand, and stroking your clit softly with the other.

“Jacque and Desmond told me what’s going on. You really bit off more than you could chew, eh?" Alice laughs at her little joke.

“Here’s the deal, little filly.” The cowgirl says. "Desmond wanted to buy you outright and break you in himself, but Jacque convinced him to use the credits to bet on you instead. If you win, those two get to split the profits and you get to go free. If you lose, I get to add you to my stable."

You give an *mmph* of acknowledgement as she continues to speak. It definitely wasn't an *mmph* of delighted surprise as she pinched your needy clitty.

You feel her fingers leave your pussy and reach towards the blinders. After so long with nothing but darkness and a vibrator, even the dim light of the stall makes you wince as the blinders are opened. Just as you suspected, Alice isn’t alone, and you now know why the other person’s footsteps sounded strange.

It’s another pony girl, a brunette with long slender legs, wearing almost the exact same outfit as you: a wide belt around her stomach, a collar, and a pair of pony boots. Her arms are bound behind her back as well, just as yours are. Her musculature is well-defined, and she stands in her boots easily, clearly more familiar with being bound in pony gear than you are. There are two additions to her attire, however. Silver colored rings piercing her nipples, with a third hanging from her clitoral hood, swaying slightly as the pony girl adjusts her stance. Finally, she has a tail hanging from between her legs, attached to a butt plug embedded in her ass. The hairs of the tail reach down to her knees, and have been colored to match her her long brown hair.

Alice beams at your surprised expression. “Allow me to introduce one of your opponents, Seraphim.”

At the mention of the pony girl's name, Alice smacks her crop across Seraphim's ass, causing her to whine through her bit. You stare at Seraphim, though not because of the sadism on display. You can’t tell for sure because of the bridle obscuring her features, but she looks very familiar.

“Desmond bought her off of Jacque about a month ago.” Alice tells you as she walks to stand beside the pony girl in question, heedless of your attempts at remembering where you’ve seen Seraphim before. “She's still not quite fully broken, but she’s already showing good potential as a racing pony.”

Alice punctuates her statement by slipping her fingers into Seraphim’s snatch. With the extra height given by the boots, Seraphim is easily taller than Alice, but that just gives the stable mistress better access to Seraphim’s cunt. “Isn’t that right girl?”

Eyes fluttering with pleasure, Seraphim moans. Alice smiles at the response, getting more forceful with her strokes.

“Beautiful, isn’t she? Eager too, though she doesn’t want admit it.” Alice says, looking up at Seraphim’s blushing face. The pony girl shakes her head, but it's a weak gesture coming from someone being fingered while plugged and restrained.

"To think that she used to be a bounty hunter just like you.”

Alice’s casual statement strikes you like a bolt of lightning. Holy shit! You remember where you’ve seen Seraphim before! Alice is wrong: Seraphim isn’t your average run of the mill bounty hunter; she’s a Deputy Marshal in the Federation’s Marshal Service. Or at least, she was the last time you saw her.

While the Federation has its own police **** to capture criminals inside its own borders, the Marshals are unique in that they’re sent to chase down Federal fugitives who've fled to “non-civilized” space.

It’s easy to see why Alice got Seraphim’s affiliation wrong. Owing to the fact that they're almost always outnumbered and outgunned outside of Federation space, most marshals try to blend in and tended to operate exactly like bounty hunters when they're chasing after a fugitive. The only reason you know Seraphim is different is because you've actually seen her marshal's badge.

It was on some nameless backwater station. You’d been after a target who had made the mistake of pissing off the Syndicate. He'd pissed off the Federation too. Quite an impressive feat given that those two organizations have very different criteria for their naughty lists. At least, that was what you’d gathered from Seraphim appearing out of nowhere and demanding that you turn over the bounty immediately.

She must have been new, cause she hadn’t yet learned that waving a Marshals badge around, particularly in Syndicate space, wasn’t going to end well. Which it didn't, although in her defense, you were the one who caused most of the property damage.

Her real name was Sarah, right? You think to yourself, trying to remember the name written on the badge that she had waved in your face right before it had been shot out of her hand by some of the unruly locals. Right, Sarah Phillips. Sarah-phil. I guess now I know where the name Seraphim came from.

If Seraphim recognizes you, it doesn’t show on her face, which is actually understandable for two reasons. One, you two didn’t really interact that much; in fact, you barely met in passing. Two, Alice is still working Seraphim’s cunt vigorously, pumping four fingers in and rubbing the pony girl’s clit with her thumb. The only thing that Seraphim's face shows right now is pleasure at how she's being handled.

Your pussy twitches subconsciously as you watch Alice remove her fingers from Seraphim’s cunt. Judging from the moan of disappointment that Seraphim emits, plus the stomping of her foot on the ground, she clearly didn’t reach her climax.

Seems to be a recurring theme around here.

“Bad pony.” Alice scolds Seraphim, wiping her dripping fingers onto the pony girl’s stomach. “You’re supposed to be a good role model for our new filly here.”

Seraphim stops stomping her foot, but she continues to stare at Alice, eyes still clearly pleading.

“Sorry about that.” Alice says to you, acting slightly embarrassed as she closes Seraphim’s blinders. “She hasn’t been allowed to cum for weeks, all to prepare her for her racing debut today.”

Seraphim whimpers needily. Ignoring her, Alice brings up her crop and cracks it across Seraphim’s ass again. The brunette pony yelps around her bit, but her posture straightens immediately. Despite the situation, you smile slightly. Evidently, in the two or three years that have passed since you saw her, Seraphim's fortunes haven’t improved much. However, your amusement is short-lived with the realization that yours don't look great either.

“Forward five steps.” Alice commands. Seraphim immediately complies, lifting her shapely legs knee high, in classic pony girl fashion.

At the end of five steps, Seraphim stops, still maintaining her erect posture. Alice makes a noise of approval. “Kneel.” Seraphim drops to both knees smoothly.

“Stand.” The command comes quickly, followed by another. Seraphim executes each flawlessly, moving quickly despite her awkward footwear. “Display.”

At this, Seraphim widens her stance, balancing precariously on her toes as she places her feet shoulder width apart and squats down so that her knees are just outside her breasts. The move has the added effect of displaying her glistening pussy to you, still dripping from Alice’s earlier fingering.

It’s an impressive display, to be sure. None of what you just saw Seraphim do is easy in pony boots, but the pony girl did it all quickly and even gracefully. She’s clearly been well trained. You doubt you’d be able to do any of those movements without a whole lot of practice.

As if responding to your thoughts, Alice moves to stand beside you, wrapping an arm around your hips. “Don’t be jealous, little filly.” She says, pressing a kiss to the valley between your breasts. “Soon you’ll be just as graceful as her. I guarantee it.”

You grunt. Feeling the need to assert at least a measure of defiance, you shake your head in denial. Of course, given your current situation, it’s not as strong a gesture as it could have been. Alice merely laughs, delighted. The stable-mistress’ laugh sets your nerves on edge, but even you have to admit that the odds are very much against you right now.

Sure, you can run in heels, but these boots are something else entirely. Seraphim clearly has the edge in terms of familiarity with moving in these restraints. Plus, those two things aside, Jacque or Desmond could do something to rig the race, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it right now.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Alice says, interrupting your internal musings. “You’re thinking that we must be planning on cheating somehow, that we’re going to rig the race so that you lose. How else could I be so sure that you’ll be joining her in my stable?”

Your eyes widen in surprise.

“But we’re not.” Alice says, reassuringly. She grasps your breasts again, massaging them in her usual fashion. “In fact, I’m actually doing my best to give you a fighting chance. You see, the rules for our amateur ponygirl races are pretty simple. Five ponies racing against each other. Winner goes free, losers get to enjoy a permanent stay in our stables. All of the ponygirls participating have to have had less than a month of training. The more training they've had, the more distractions they have to deal with."

"With more than a week of training, they have to run with vibrators attached to their nipples." She lets go of a breast in order to point at Seraphim's nipple rings. "With more than two weeks, they get a vibrator on their clit, and with more than three, they have to deal with that plug shoved up their ass." She continues, pointing at Seraphim's clit ring and tail plug in turn."

Alice asks, moving so that she’s standing behind you, and shifting her hands so that one wraps around your tits while the other strokes around your dripping slit. "Less than a week's worth of training, and they get to run without anything except their bindings, just like you. In a minute I’m gonna take you to a little coral where you can practice running in your new legs. When the race starts, you get pole-position on the track.”

You moan in *delighted* surprise. Assuming everyone is lined up evenly, pole position would mean that you'd actually have a shorter distance to run. That, coupled with the fact that you'd be relatively unencumbered, means that you might actually have a chance.

“Now you’re thinking, ‘Why am I being so nice to you?’” Alice asks, leaning in close.

“It’s simple, little filly. I’m being nice because I know deep down inside you, underneath that tough facade of a bad ass bounty hunter you’re trying to project, there’s a good little pony slut just waiting to be set free. She just needs to be coaxed out in just the right way.”

Your eyes widen as she presses against your engorged clit with so much more delicious friction.

“If I stacked the odds against you and you lost, that part of you that makes you think you’re meant to be a person would get angry.” She tells you as you moan. “That anger would make you stubborn when I tried to train you, and it’d make it that much harder for me to transform you into the beautiful pony slut you’re meant to be.”

“So I’m giving you a fight you can actually win, because this way when you lose, and you’re gonna lose, you’re gonna see that you’ve been lying to yourself this whole time.”

You whimper as the fingers pinching and pressing your clit withdraw, only to almost fall as you realize that Alice has caused the dildo-pole you were mounted on to retract completely. You sway, legs tired from being mounted, but Alice catches you, using the arm she has wrapped across your chest to guide you to your knees on the floor.

Alice follows you down, maneuvering your body so that you’re in a classic face down, ass up position. “You’re not meant to be a person, making decisions and trying to do well for yourself.” Alice tells you as she pulls your hair back and continues to finger your needy pussy.

“You’re meant to be a good little pony slut, showing yourself off, prancing and whinnying and neighing and putting your slutty body on display for anyone and everyone.” She leans in close to whisper in your ear. “You can see it, can’t you?”

You shake your head, but it’s a lie. With Seraphim standing in front of you, her body on display at the command of her mistress, the harness accenting her lithe figure, it’s all too easy to imagine yourself in her place.

Being led around on a leash, bells dangling from your freshly pierced nipples and clit. Sharing a stall with Seraphim, bodies curled around each other for warmth. Standing the middle of the stadium, being **** to prance in circles while illuminated from every angle by harsh spotlights and surrounded by a teeming, roaring crowd.

“You can lie all you want, little filly, but your pussy is telling me everything I need to know.” Alice tells you, stroking your clit for emphasis.

You close your eyes, trying to deny the sensations and words assaulting your psyche. You try and get away from her, but with her hand in your hair and your lack of leverage, it’s an impossible task.

Undeterred, Alice continues to whisper to you, punctuating her every sentence with a thrust of her fingers.“You won’t have to worry about anything. You’ll have grooms to wash you and and feed you and fuck you, and I promise I’ll train you and run you every day till you’re the best pony slut you can be.”

She yanks your hair forcefully. “Cum for me if that’s all a ponyslut like you has ever wanted out of life.”

Before you can shake your head in denial, Alice presses a kiss to your shoulder, hooks her fingers into your g-spot, and gives several final forceful thrusts.

It’s too much. The stimulation Alice is forcing on you. The images your imagination conjures of you as a perfect little pony. All the teasing and denial and pain and pleasure leading up to this moment.

You cum. HARD.

So hard that your back arches off the ground, muscles spasming and jerking with the intensity of it. So hard that the scream that accompanies from within you like the guttural moaning of an animal.

So hard that you feel like your entire life has been leading up to this moment.

Alice continues to work her fingers in and out of your cunt softly, drawing out your orgasm as long as she can.

“Nat.” she says, savoring the word even as she whispers it to you. “That’s gonna be your new pony name when you lose. Nat’s Bounty. A nice little reminder of what you thought you were. Do you like it?”

You spasm one final time in answer, sobbing from the intensity of it all as she removes her fingers from your still twitching cunt.

Alice smiles. “That’s what I thought.”