In the Stall, for Alice's Victory Lap

"There now, look what a right mess you are. Come on, Nat. Gotta get you cleaned up for the day." You're jostled from your puddle by the sing-song voice of your trainer, Alice. A shiver runs up your spine.

"Up now girl."

At first, you hesitate to remember. A stamp of defiance from the previous night. But, a click of Alice's tongue is enough to break that little fantasy. She can get you one way or another. You slowly rise to your feet, with what little strength your legs can muster. But, you hide your head behind your bangs so you don't have to face the shame of looking her in the eyes.

"Rememberin' all the fun we got up to last night, huh?" She laughs, grabbing you by the chin and forcing you to meet her glare. A move you've used to melt a sub before. "Bet that was what you were hopein' for when you made all that fuss and buss out there on the track, huh?"

You melt, just as Alice intended. Your jaw slackens and without meaning to, your hips rock slightly. With the way her words had inflamed the pre-existing throb, it was just impossible for you to keep control of yourself.

"No? Feelin' a bit more rowdy, are we?" Her face drew closer. You could almost taste her lips. "That's alright now. Can't expect to get the filly broken to saddle after one ride, eh?"

But, somehow you manage to pull your head back to the side, breaking her spell over you, if only for the moment. Alice clicks her tongue again. The sound instinctually sets you on edge.

"Still no? Well if that's the case ya might need another ridin' tonight, eh?" She dips a beehive's worth of honey on the word.

Once more, you're drawn into her spell. The flashes of memory from the prior night invade your mind. The way she'd left you as nothing more then a beast and plowed you down. Your cunt throbbed. It was as if the shape of her strap-on had been branded into your body.

You must have gone blank for a moment, because when you returned to the present moment, she had you in her arms, gripping a set of reins that she'd added to your bit.

"Oh, you like that one. I can tell, Nat. You're a natural pony. And there ain't no one with a better eye for it then me." She shifts to your ear. Her every whisper saps some of the little strength left in your legs. "Tell you what, how about give you somethin' to work on. I'll have my eye on you red, and if you're really good I might let you out of your inhibitor..."

"...A few weeks early."

A weak whimper escapes your bit. The mere thought of being stuck like this, in a perpetual state of lust, is overpowering. By the time she finally allowed you the release your entire body was begging for, just how much of your independence would be left? It was a sobering thought...but one that left the treacherous dark corner of your mind all the more thrilled.

"Awe, that's a good girl nice and needy for Alice already." But, before you could get used to it all, you're sent scrambling forward by a powerful pull of your reins. "Now then up. Move you. Before I gotta put some real discpline on that lazy bum of yours. We've got a busy day ahead, darlin'!"

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