Alterations for Pony Boot Camp (VII)

Today I am very excited to bring you an Alterations special, dedicated to the fine craft of leather work!

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Part XXXXIV:

Kendrick, overseeing the tacking of all fillies, prevented Kandrin to enjoy herself even more by suggesting a trifle o’speed.

is changed into:

Kendrick, overseeing the tacking of all fillies in a combination of Stetson, double denim disaster and bolo tie, prevented Kandrin to enjoy herself even more by suggesting a trifle o’speed.

Rediscovering the bolo tie by chance, I knew it would be the perfect accessory for the lead handler to be worn on a special occasion. And choosing that fashion route, the Stetson hat is just a must-have. Continue reading

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Pony Boot Camp — Part Fourty-Seven

Torture of Proxy

Day two after the gymkhana, and I was still in limp home mode (I also was still on red alert, for those who are keeping book). Once again the wise and true word proved itself right that injured flesh hurt the most the day after tomorrow. After the fun of hyper-extreme nipple torture and forced self-inflicted clit flaying I felt like chewed and swallowed. According to public opinion, I looked the part, too. The thought of masturbating the edge off had come and gone – I couldn’t even pee without yelping. I was also positive I would never be able to wear bras or tops again; the fabric felt like sandpaper on my breasts. Continue reading


Pony Boot Camp — Part Forty-Six

Aftermath

Right now, Kendrick wasn’t a happy handler.

As whimsical and prone to antics as he might be, the staff leader always became noticeably ill-humoured as soon as he found his charges ridiculed – the fate of the four “winners” being a prime example. Kendrick truly held up the idea of a dignified ponygirl. Personally I always experience a certain lack of dignity when I drool out of my forced-open mouth whilst having a fake tail stuck up my arse. Better, then, to approach this concept from a different angle. Continue reading


The Wall

The Wall

There was simply no way for normal traffic to use Unity Plaza on a Saturday night. From Tech Boulevard up all the way to the northern stretch of the Wall, Plaza Street was bound to be aswarm with party people. The hip bars were already attracting their crowd as darkness fell. In a few hours the elite clubs would power up, churning in and spilling out those eligible for this sort of life style.

“Wait…!” Rika squeaked in peril of losing her two friends within the human torrent.

Although only a few metres away, Erilyn was on the verge of being swallowed up. Luckily Paz’s cyan-dyed hair was outré enough even for such challenging environments. Continue reading


The Office Horse — Part Two of Two

The Office Horse

Part Two: The Horse

Immediately she tried to wiggle out of Rob’s grip, yet at the same time seeking hold at him to lift herself off. Her legs stretched out in a wild search for the ground, but more than a span remained between her toes and the carpet, no matter her struggles. Jördis managed to get a hand before and the other behind her, pushing herself up a crucial centimetre.

“Are you fucking mad?! Let me down!”

The edge was painfully digging into her palms. Reuben had repositioned his hold to her shoulders, effectively preventing the girl from throwing herself off the horse.

“Are they always making such a fuss?” Continue reading


The Office Horse — Part One of Two

The Office Horse

Part One: The Office

 

“We run a tight ship here, Ms Dremmer,” the bald department head lectured from the front, and in the same pace he was storming along the corridor. Mr Wicklebimm couldn’t be bothered to hold any door open for the young woman struggling to keep up.

“Do not think of your first day at work as a first day, but as work. There is no need for idleness just because your notepad still has all its sheets blank.”

“Absolutely, sir,” Jördis dared pipe up whilst hurrying behind her new supervisor, the crown of his amazingly smooth head like a beacon at her eye level. Continue reading


Sitrep

Greetings, everyone!

I am aware that the last story (or in this case, chapter) took its sweet time to find its way to the World Wide Web. Therefore I’m eager to re-establish a certain flow in my postings. I cannot promise to deliver a new story/part this month, but there is a so far 2,000 words strong one in the pipeline. I can already tell, though, that this is going to be another biggie; no way I am able to stay below 10,000 words. Perhaps I will postpone this longer narration in favour of a short story I just recently got inspired to.

Whatever it will be in the end: no worries!