She heard a clip clop of hoofs
approaching and glanced round as a light two-wheeled pony trap drew up on the
other side of the low hedge almost exactly opposite her bench. The driver, a middle aged man in straw boater,
locked a lever that must have been a handbrake of some sort, clambered to the
ground, and strode into the front door of the Inn.
But Lyn’s gaze was fixed in horror at
his pair of red-headed pony girls.
Not girls harnessed as ponies as in
the popular fetish fantasies. After what
she had seen so far she was half expecting that and she could have coped. Even their elaborate harness of bridle,
straps and collar, which she was beginning to accept as normal slaveware, was not in itself so terrible. What made her stomach knot in revolted disbelief
was what had been done to their bodies.
These were literally pony-girls. They had been altered until they were part
equine and part nothing she had imagined before.
Their faces were bright and pretty
under the bridle straps and bit that encased them, with reins running back to
the driver’s swat, but slender horselike ears rose
above their heads that twitched and turned, showing them to be fully
alive. Their breasts were impossibly
pert and proud, jutting out in pale cones tipped by russet nipples with a cross
of harness straps between them. Their
arms were folded behind their backs. No,
that was the terrible thing, they were not folded. Their forearms merged seamlessly together
into one limb. They had no hands!
Proud tight pony tails as red as the
hair on their heads emerged from the base of their spines at right angles to
the curve of their backs and arched clear over their strong round rumps. About their waists were broad belts that
supported their harness and the traces that connected to the crossbar of the
main shaft. From these thin straps ran
down over their lower stomachs and through their groins, dividing their full,
naked, pink sex lips. From hips to knee
their legs seem normal, strong and shapely, but below that their calves tapered
into fetlocks where their heels should be, then slender pasterns and finally
delicate red hoofs that they pawed on the ground.
