Protest by not racing

You had enough of this game, of this predicament you have found yourself in. You are Natalia Demys, feared bounty hunter, not Nat the Ponygirl. You are the one who enslaves the weak, not the one who ends up enslaved. Whatever dignity and stubbornness you had left in you had bubbled to the top. The start of the race signified that this situation was very much real. You saw how broken Seraphim seemed. You saw the eyes of some of the other women, glassy-eyed and dull, as if their individuality was drained out of them. You decided that is not how Natalia Demys would end up, that you would not humiliate yourself any further.

Of course, this was a foolish decision. Despite their questionable morals, your captors were not lying to you, the winner *was* let go from her captivity. It was a Luxvan, one of the more veteran ponys, based on the tail plug in her rear. The poor woman seemed very confused as she was removed from her tack, as if she did not know what to do with herself and her new freedom.

As for you, you quickly realize how stupid of a decision this was. It felt good for a few seconds, standing your ground against Alice, Desmond, Jacques and everyone else present. It felt good to show them that you weren’t an animal and that you wouldn’t play by their rules. It felt…less good…with how they dealt with you.

Alice was seething as she reattached your reigns and led you back to the stall. “I wanted you to fail and become ours,” she explained as she slapped your rear with a hard crop, “But you embarrassed us out there.” Another hard smack causes you to moan into your bit gag. “The audience paid for a show and you denied them. I guess we need to give them another one.”

By the time you were herded into a stall your legs and buttocks were developing some reddish welts, the pain covering your entire backside. You aren’t sure what Alice meant by ‘a show’ but you are already afraid, your moment of bravado already fading. You let out a small whimper as Alice attaches a chest harness to you, pulling the chains tight and holding you in place in the middle of the stall. You look at her, your eyes already damp, hoping to maybe beg for mercy. Alice just laughs at you, saying “Why are you so sad? You obviously wanted this, to be a pony. Why else would you purposely throw the race, you stupid beast?” Her logic is sound, which frustrates, terrifies and…excites you. You blush in shame as a tear slides down your face.

Your blinders are still on so you can’t see what will happen next, causing you to groan in surprise as you feel the prick in your neck. Some sort of shot was administered and it did not take you very long to deduce what it was. You remember seeing Seraphim earlier, pathetically begging to cum, grinding on you like a bitch in heat. You already know what they injected in you because you have injected it into countless slaves before. An inhibitor was inside you, taking away control of your pleasure. You let out a hefty sob, realizing that this fate is very much real.

A buzzing could be heard above you and you attempt to crane your neck to see what was causing it, not an easy task given your blinders and tack. A drone was circling you, a camera lens constantly pointed at you. From the distance you could hear the cheer of the crowd and you suddenly understood what Alice meant by ‘another show.’ The thought of whatever humiliation **** you were about to undergo being broadcast for everyone to see causes your heart to pound faster…and causes a drop of cum from your pussy to slowly roll down your leg. Your submissive side was overtaking you more, turning your humiliation into pleasure. You know this entire ordeal has constantly been turning you on and only now are starting to accept it.

Alice suddenly pops into your vision, smiling wickedly. She raises her hand and dangles a large, white hitachi in front of your face. You gulp, knowing that the inhibitor was about to make what was about to happen very unbearable. She laughs and says “I told you that your pussy told me that you desperately wanted to be a ponygirl. I remember you cumming your brains out as you imagined that moment. I guess you didn’t know that would be your last orgasm in a long time.” She waves over another drone and slides the hitachi into a socket on top before tapping a few things on a datapad. The drone hums and lowers itself, sliding between your legs. You feel the drone’s steel arms wrap around your thighs, forcing your legs apart, spreading them just enough to push the hitachi up to your clit.

Typically, when you use the inhibitor on a **** you mix it with an aphrodisiac cocktail, a potent combination that typically breaks a girl quickly. While Alice chose not to you quickly realize that it does not matter. You have never been this aroused in your life as you realize this entire night, your capture by Jacque, your conditioning by Alice, being filmed by the drone, all of it has affected you more than an aphrodisiac would. Within seconds of the vibrator touching your clit you can hear your juices sloshing around and spraying out of you. Your knees are weak and buckling as you lean forward and arch your back up. Your eyes are already rolling back as you moan loudly into your gag. You're already on edge within half a minute when a realization dawns on you: the fact that you are denied an orgasm is the thing that is turning you on the most. Losing control of the thing you valued most, the release of pleasure you experienced as you tortured slaves, is driving you crazy. You are sobbing now as you look at Alice, pleading.

“Plushhez isstrez, lot ma cum!” you whimper into the gag, barely saying anything resembling a language.

Your begging only got you more smacks of the crop though. “Stupid slut,” Alice exclaimed. “Pony’s don’t speak, do they?” No they do not, you find yourself thinking. The longer you are on edge the more your brain gets foggy. You can feel your humanity slipping away, being filled by a weird hybrid feeling of both being an animal and…the feeling of nothing. Emptiness.

“Neeeiiiighhhh,” you moan into the gag as you stomp your foot.

Alice starts to laugh as you continue your neighing, your tone obviously one of desperation and begging. “They all see this, you know? The crowd might not have seen you as a pony in action, but they are certainly seeing that being a pony is what you desire.” You frantically nod your head in agreement, your animalistic moans growing louder. Your brain is becoming just a single train of thought, focused on cumming. You would do anything to cum.

“Do you want to be a pony?” Alice asks. You nod your head in agreement

“Are you going to act like that in a race again??” You shake your head, sending tears flying into the air.

“Does the fact that a thousand people are watching you turn you on?” You desperately neighed in agreement

The questions went on for a long time. “Do I own your cunt? Are you a dumb beast of burden? Are you just a set of holes? Have you always wanted to be a ponygirl? Will you surrender your freedom?” You agree to all of it as your head gets emptier and emptier. Your release never comes as the world around you melts away. It’s not like you fall **** but your mind finally goes blank. Your eyes are glassy and empty, your neighing replaced with small, pathetic moans. Everyone can see that you are conscious but no one is home, like a true beast.