A Lesson in Herd Dynamics

It takes a few minutes, but Alice waits patiently, gently stroking and kissing you all over your body until you’re eventually you’re able to sit up. With her supporting you, you manage to stand up even though it feels like your legs are made out of jello. The emotional cascade that Alice hit you with left you so buried you can't yet bring yourself to look her in the eye.

Noticing your reticence, Alice smiles, but says nothing. To you, at least.

“Seraphim, stand up.” She commands.

The marshal-turned-pony-girl straightens shakily, her legs tired from the effort of having held her “display” position for so long. The blinders over her eyes don’t stop her from facing Alice and standing with perfect posture.

Grabbing you by the hips, Alice moves you so that you’re standing behind Seraphim and removes two smart leashes from her belt. You expect her to attach one to your collar, so you’re surprised when she steps behind you and attaches it to a D ring embedded in the bottom of the arm binder instead. You were braced for a tug forward from the neck, but her quick jerk backward takes you off guard and you take a couple of quick steps backward to regain your balance.

As you stumble, Alice passes the leash between your legs and attaches it to the back of Seraphim’s collar. Once you regain your balance, she shortens the chain until it’s drawn tight enough that it rubs against your sex with every step you take.

With that done, Alice attaches the other leash to Seraphim’s clit piercing, giving it a gentle but sadistic tug in order to make sure it’s secure. Seraphim *mmphs* in surprised submission, following the pull of the leash instantly despite the fact that she’s blindfolded.

“All nice and comfy?” Alice asks rhetorically, pulling Seraphim forward so that the chain joining her to you is pulled taut. It’s your time to *mmph* as the chain digs up into your pussy.

Smiling, Alice leads her new coffle of pony girls out of the stall and into the stables at large.

Melodia, you think to yourself, working to keep up in your new footwear. I swear if I ever make it out of this, I’m gonna throw your ass into the Breaker’s dungeon for a month.

At least the view isn’t bad. There are displays of dominance and submission throughout the stable. You walk by stalls with their doors open, where you glimpse tied down ponies being washed and massaged by grooms. Walking through the stalls you pass an indoor paddock with a pale skinned Luxvan ponygirl being lead around in circles by a metal guide bar attached to her nipple rings. Every time her steps fail to reach the appropriate height, a drone hovering nearby swats her with a crop.

Seraphim is also a sight to see. Her shapely legs and buttocks sway provocatively as you’re led on a winding path through the stables. If you recall correctly, and you never forget an ass, she had a tone body before she under went whatever sadistic training Alice put her through. She’s clearly used to being led by her clit piercing like this; despite the fact that her blinders are closed, she follows along closely in Alice’s wake, never straying far enough to require a tug on the chain. Whenever Alice decides tug on the leash anyway, eliciting a startled squeak from Seraphim, it’s clearly for her own amusement.

For your part, you also follow close. The chain connecting Seraphim’s collar to your arm binder rubs against your sex tantalizingly with every step you take. Occasionally, when Seraphim stumbles on account of Alice’s tugs, the chain goes taut, pulling up right between your ass cheeks and pussy lips. In spite of the awkward imposition to your gait, you find your self pulling on the armbinder, rubbing the strap against your slick lips. Leaning forward allows your diamond hard nipples to brush against Seraphim's shoulders, something you do on any available occasion.

Despite (or more likely because of) the events of the last few minutes, you find yourself getting horny again. A slow fire smolders between your legs, slowly growing hotter and hotter as you're led further and further. This time though, now that you can move, you can try and do something about it.

By working your arms back and forth, you’re able to drag the chain through your sex and across your clit. You clamp down on it with your ass cheeks and thighs in order to increase the friction before pulling on it once more.

Oh shit. That feels good…

Your shudder of pleasure causes you to lose focus. You’re so busy gathering your wits for another pull on the chain that you almost collide with Seraphim face first before you realize that your coffle has been brought to a stop.

Alice stands at the gate to a small paddock, little more than a patch of dirt surrounded by chest high wooden fences that's been set up in an out of the way spot in the Racetrack's underground stable. “Should’ve known a wild filly like you couldn’t control herself.”

You flush with embarrassment, unclenching your cheeks so the chain can fall. Alice giggles as she spots the shiny wet links between your legs. “I promised you the chance to get familiar with your new legs, but if you’d rather masturbate till it’s time to race instead, I won’t complain.”

Eager to maintain at least a shred of your dignity in front of this woman, you shake your head a little too forcefully, pushing Seraphim forward gently to try and coax her into the paddock so you can have your time to practice. Still smiling, Alice swings the paddock’s gate open and pulls you both in.

Once you're inside, Alice undoes the leashes attached to Seraphim first, then pulls the blinders open so that the brunette can see. Alice taps on the buttplug fondly, causing Seraphim to squirm with pleasure. “Be nice. Try not to tire yourself out too much before the race.”

At Seraphim’s nod, Alice smacks her on the ass playfully, sending the pony girl trotting forward. “And now for you.”

Alice removes the leash from your arm binder. Tucking it back onto her belt, she places two fingers in her mouth and gives a shrill cowboy whistle. There’s a dull clunk from one of the distant sheds as a large automated cargo drone is deployed. It flies over to her quickly, hovering with mechanical precision about three feet overhead.

Alice reaches up and removes a bundle of straps from a storage space in the drone’s chassis. She winds two of them under your armpits and another around your waist. Then, she connects D rings on the straps winding around your body to connection points on the drone with strong cords. When she’s done, with the cords on your new makeshift harness connected to the drone hanging overhead, you vaguely resemble a marionette.

“So, this is how this works, Nat.”

Without warning, Alice gives you a hard shove. Unable to use your arms to balance yourself, and with your new, higher, center of gravity, you topple over easily, squawking in surprise around your bit as you fall.

Just before you hit the ground, the drone springs into action, props revving as it lifts you up just enough that you don’t hit the ground. Several of the cords connecting you to the drone are automatically shortened or lengthened as necessary until you're in a relatively upright position where it can place you back on your "feet". Glaring at Alice, you put your weight onto your hooves and stand shakily.

Alice smiles at the display. “As you can see, the drone will catch you if you fall, so you don’t injure yourself. At the same time, it’ll follow you around no matter how fast or slow you’re going, so you can see what kind of gait works for you.”

She motions for you to take a couple of steps, just to demonstrate. You give her one last glare before glancing up at the drone. You take a couple hesitant steps forward, and the drone follows, continuing to hover overhead. You jump in place and the drone rises too. When you look back over at Alice, she’s glancing at a clock on the wall. “By my count, you’ve got about an hour to figure out how to run one lap without falling flat on your face.”

She slaps you on the ass, making you topple once again as you jump in surprise. “Have fun.”

By the time the drone manages to help you back to your feet, Alice is already walking away.

You work hard, trying to figure out how to move quickly in the boots and how to keep your balance while running without your arms. It isn’t easy, but with the drone constantly stopping you from falling and injuring yourself, you eventually start figuring out the best way to move quickly in your new attire.

Seraphim observes you the whole time, her expression inscrutable behind the bit in her mouth. She follows you constantly, following along as you run across the length of the paddock, or else watching from close by as you walk in lazy circles. It’s a little unnerving, but you try to put it out of your mind.

After a lot of work, you manage to find a gait that you find relatively comfortable, though the effort of doing so has left your calves aching. You try to kneel down to take a break, and thankfully the drone is smart enough to distinguish the movement as different from a fall. The cords connecting you loosen, allowing you to lie down with your legs outstretched and catch your breath.

After a few minutes, having become intimately familiar with the sound of a pony girl’s steps over the last half hour, you look up and see Seraphim approaching you. Despite the fact that she did about as much moving around as you, she doesn’t look tired.

You have to wonder how much of a chance you have against her. You’d never considered yourself much of a runner, but given all the times you’ve had to run for your life from angry slavers, feral beasts, and worse, you’ve gotta at least be a semi-decent sprinter.

Oblivious to your contemplation, Seraphim moves closer and closer, until she’s standing above you. She looks into your eyes, searching for something, though you don’t know what. Apparently satisfied by what she sees, Seraphim makes a noise around her bit, scraping at the dirt with one of her hoofs. You tilt your head quizzically, not understanding what she wants.

Seraphim steps over and starts nudging one of your legs, trying to push it back towards you. Curious to see what she's doing, you get your legs back under you so that you can stand up, but before you can rise, Seraphim moves so that she’s straddling one of your legs and crouches down. She presses as much of her exposed flesh against you as she can, pressing her bosom against yours, nuzzling against your neck with her cheek, and finally, driving her snatch against your thigh.

The first impression you get as Seraphim’s pussy comes into contact with your skin is heat. Heat practically radiates from her cunt, almost hot to the touch despite the fact that it’s dripping with fluid. The lubrication makes it easy for her to slide her crotch against you back and forth, back and forth. Seraphim groans into you in ecstasy, rolling her hips as she grinds her clit against into your leg.

Her skin feels good against yours, good enough that you ignore your surprise at this turn of events and start to press back. After all, while your efforts with the chain were certainly pleasurable, they were also ultimately unsatisfying. You lean into the touch, enjoying the warmth of her thighs against your skin, and you start to grind your pussy onto her leg too.

You’re more than ready to have another orgasm. Preferably one that doesn't come at the expense of humiliating yourself in front of a stable-mistress who seems hell bent on turning you into another pony slut just like the one currently grinding on you.

Seraphim pushes against you forcefully as you move, shaking her head furiously. Apparently she is more concerned with her pleasure than your own, and wants you to stop.

Another attempt on your part ends with you being pushed onto your back, Seraphim still humping your leg. Your eyes narrow angrily. If she’s going to use you as a masturbation aid, she should at least extend you the same courtesy. If you can’t have fun, why should she?

Seraphim cries out as you drop your leg, but you glare up at her. She tries to continue, frantically rubbing her snatch onto any part of you that she can reach, but with you laying flat on the ground, the angle isn’t right. There just isn’t enough friction to get off on.

“Pleash.” She murmurs through her bit, pressing against you again, nuzzling her cheek against your neck. “Pleash.”

Despite the fact that she’s on top and you’re horny as well, it’s clear that how this bonding moment proceeds is up to you.