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Petgirl Playtime
(Melissa DuVant)
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Petgirl Playtime Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa
DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988. All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or
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outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone
bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any
individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Table of Contents Chapter 2: Anticipation and Arrival Chapter 4: One-to-One Training Chapter 8: A Walk to the Village Chapter 10: Competition Training Chapter 17: Training Starts (Again) Ponygirl Playtime Chapter One: Making a Pony Funded by Dillon: a nerd from Somerset who spends his free time playing RPGs, or being with his friends and going LARPing Chapter 1: Picking up a Stray Suki took a deep breath, staring at the screen, her vision wavering. Her hand was shaky and sweaty on the mouse, her heart racing in her chest, a soft wetness between her legs. She read over the options again - dog-cage pickup, self-delivery, or stray collection. Each had a icon by it that could be selected for further information: the first would have a cage delivered, which could then be picked up by the company. The second was a mundane drive to the destination and park there (and the notation of "limited parking" made it seem even more dull), while the third... Within a limited geographic areas, strays
may be collected by our staff. She had entered her address, and stray collection had been indicated as an option. Please ensure that all documentation has
been completed prior to requesting this option.
The pet will present themselves at the requested location, along with an
appropriate change of clothing for their discharge. Due to the specialist nature of this request,
the minimum stay is two (2) weeks. Suki stroked her neck, feeling the leather collar there, warm around her neck, and softened by wear. If she moved her head too fast, then the leash-ring would chink against the collar, but she was used to that. It was a little too loose - she'd never been able to find one that was quite snug enough, without choking. As she read over the details, her other hand slid between her legs, touching against a thigh, before lightly touching elsewhere, easily sliding into herself. She was hot and tight, her folds clenching around her finger. She didn't want to climax yet, teasing herself, still reading. Please ensure that you have informed us
of any dietary requirements or allergies.
All pets will be fed enough to fulfill their needs - either wet or dry
food is available, and pets that perform well may receive treats. Our trained staff will examine all pets
upon arrival, to determine physical health and any other needs. Our kennels are kept staffed 24 hours a day,
training and caring for the pets in our care.
Should any issues arise, the pets can
request a break, by using the alarm function on their collars. As well as kennels, our facility also has
extensive grounds for training in. She kept teasing and stroking herself, awkwardly typing in her details with one hand, the other lodged within herself, not moving quite enough to get off from. She'd booked two weeks off, despite the complaints of her boss, but the reality of it hadn't quite hit. But the details in front of her went into intense detail, with a lot of options for what she consented to, just the words making her head hotter and fuzzier, more and more fantasies chasing each other through her head, before she was done. And then she came, hot and wet, her juices staining the seat beneath her. She'd have to clean that later, but, for now, she couldn't bring herself to care, instead sagging backwards, naked and hot. Now she was done, she had both hands free, able to stroke her breasts, reveling in the soft firmness of her body. It took a while, but she managed to shake herself out of her post-fuck daze, as her phone buzzed, several messages having come in while she had been out of it. Confirmation of pickup time: 23:00
PM. Attached are pictures of the pickup
team, for your safety and security. As
mentioned in the preparatory documentation, please ensure you have
identification, a change of clothing, and any required e.g. medication. 11? She glanced down at the clock in the corner of the screen. That was only half an hour away! She scrabbled to her feet, dashing for the shower before thinking better of it - there wasn't enough time! Instead, she went to get her suitcase, opening it up and then throwing some clothing in. What would she need? Just something to leave the place in, so comfy clothing. She threw in a pair of jogging bottoms, and a hoodie. And then a t-shirt, and some underwear. Would she need toiletries? No, those should all be provided. And it wasn't like she would need books or anything to do! What about her piercings - studs through her nipples and her clit, warm from her body. She didn't want them out for that long, and surely they'd be used to such things? After thinking for another moment, she threw her phone charger in - she would need to charge up when she was finished. And maybe call for a taxi to get back as well! The suitcase looked pitifully empty, but she couldn't think of anything else to take. Although now she needed to get dressed herself! She could still feel the wetness between her legs, wiping it off with a t-shirt from the laundry, then tried to pick something. She didn't want to wear anything that might get damaged - but showing up in tatty workout clothing didn't fit her fantasy! Her hand reached out, settling on her office-wear, a silk blouse that was a little worn, but still sleek and tight against her body. And then a tight little pencil-skirt, showing off her backside, with just a touch of a thigh-slit. There wasn't enough time to pull on stockings, even though they would fit the look, but she stroked her body through the clothing, feeling a heat within herself. 10:45! There wasn't much time! She slipped low heels on, before taking her case, glad that it was light, nice and easy to carry. And then she was out the door, locking it behind herself, out of her tiny, stupidly expensive flat, and into the dark, warm night, with her case in one hand and her phone in the other, holding it tightly. Her palm was sweaty, waiting for it to buzz, still not quite believing that this was happening, feeling her arousal starting to flow again. It was a small dog-walking park, well-lit and kept open at all hours. Even at this time, she could see someone walking across the open space, a leash in their hand, a large dog trotting in front of them. Parked up on the road was a large van, a logo on the side, showing a spiked collar around a dog's paw. She looked around, taking a deep breath, glad that the night was warm, suddenly realizing that she hadn't put any underwear on. With her sleek, tight office-lady outfit, she could easily imagine attracting admiring glances from others - although there was no-one else around. Her phone rang, making her squeak in shock, before raising it to her ear and answering it. A female voice spoke. 'Suki Suzuki? Are you ready to begin?' She looked around, wondering if she was being watched as she entered the park. 'As requested, you will be taken to the kennels.' Suki took a deep breath, before nodding. 'Yes. I'm ready.' 'Good. Please don't be too loud - this is a residential neighborhood, and most people are asleep.' Suki kept walking, her heels clicking along the path. Ahead of her, the dogwalker had paused, grooming their dog. Footsteps scuffed behind her, and she turned, seeing two people there. Both were wearing baggy jumpsuits, toolbelts around their waists, faces covered by masks. One was smaller than the other, with longer hair, their clothing just about showing off the curve of breasts and hips. 'Miss Suzuki?' Suki nodded, her tongue fat and dry, finding it hard to speak. 'Good. You're lucky - we got a late cancellation, otherwise we'd have been fully booked. Now, let's get you prepped.' She reached down to her belt, taking out a shaft and then twisting it, the thing extending to be about five feet long, longer than Suki was tall. It had a circular cord on one end, Suki watching absently as it raised up, before coming down, falling over her head. The cord tightened, pressing against the collar, and she blushed as she realized she hadn't taken it off, the leather still around her. The woman stepped backwards, pulling on the shaft. Suki had no choice but to step forward, yanked by her neck, the cord snug but not choking. 'It's rare to provided your own collar, at least for someone not owned. But you're going to be around for the show, maybe you'll attract some attention there? You're certainly attractive enough. Now, down!' The shaft was pulled on again, angled downwards now, Suki stumbling and then dropping to her knees, dropping her case and her phone. She scraped her hands against the path, suddenly glad that she hadn't worn stockings, not wanting to tear them. Her palms pressed against the ground, still warm from the day, and she crawled, on her hands and knees, the pressure firm around her neck. 'Good girl! Let's get you in the van. And you won't need those clothes - although I'm digging the office-slut look. Michael, get her things.' Suki's blush got even more intense, her cheeks flaming pink, feeling grit stick to her palms and her knees. She kept crawling forward, feeling the heat between her legs, her skirt riding up. The other figure, burlier and more masculine, walked past her, picking up her case, then putting her phone into it. Then his hand touched her backside, and her vision fuzzed, the touch sending an electric ripple through her. Fingers slid between her thighs, pulling her skirt even higher up. 'I think she's in heat!' The man's fingers were strong and calloused, making her shiver, wanting more. 'We could always do with another bitch. But get her muzzled, and then into the van.' A hand slapped against her backside, before running up her thigh and finding the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down. In the silence of the night, the noise seemed loud, making Suki blush again, sure that everyone would be able to hear it. The material was pulled off her body, leaving her only half-dressed, her head bobbing as she panted. Another spank, and Suki mewled, arching her back and biting her lip, the pleasure starting to melt her senses. A hand grabbed her head, another moving in front of her face. Leather pressed against her jaw, rigid and stiff, a lump sliding into her mouth, her tongue tasting rubber. Straps went around her head, a pad pressing against her lips, tight and close, and she could see a metal frame poking in front of her face, her mouth and nose now sealed behind a muzzle. The weight was strange, a reminder of her position as she was pulled forward again, along the path. All she was wearing was the blouse, her breasts hanging down against it, as she was pulled forward, made to crawl. Despite the shame of the position, she was desperately horny, panting into the muzzle, feeling how it affected her breathing. She was made to back out of the back, the man still walking behind her, carrying her things. The back of the van was open now, a thick, musky scent of sweat and lust washing out. It was dark, but Suki could see large cages inside, the metal bars catching the light. Two of them were occupied - Suki could see a tall and leggy young woman inside one, curled up tightly, her flesh dimpling where it pressed against the bars. The other, she could just see a back, partially covered under a tatty old blanket. 'You're being captured as a stray, aren't you? So do you want the full treatment?' As her eyes adjusted, Suki could see things other than the cages - cuffs and crops, hanging off the walls of the van, and metal chains and collars. The intense heat between her legs made it hard to think, but she managed to gather her thoughts enough to speak. With the lump in her mouth, she couldn't talk properly, but nodded and grunted. 'Yeppphh, eephhh!' 'A polite bitch? That's a rarity, most of you are gobby little brat-bitches these days. I think we're going to get along just fine.' The woman stepped backwards up into the van, still pulling on the shaft, Suki having to follow. The floor of the van was dirty, more grit sticking to her palms, cooler than the ground outside. The shaft clicked as it was folded down, before the woman pulled a bright red prod from her waist, metal teeth on the end. She pressed a button and lightning sparked between the metal. The woman in the cage shivered, wrapping her arms around herself - as she moved, Suki could see that she was muzzled as well, with the same style of but hers was a flat leather panel, that sealed her mouth entirely. The prod came forward, jabbing into Suki's shoulder, sliding beneath her blouse. The poke didn't hurt, but then there was a jolt of electricity, making her arm tense up, her fingers scraping along the floor. 'Strays aren't allowed clothing. Must have stolen it from somewhere! Let's get that off.' Another shock, this time to her spine, knocking the air from her lungs, making her tense up again. But she felt good, despite the pain, before a hand grabbed the collar of the blouse and ripped. She heard buttons tear, and then another yank, ripping it off completely, leaving her utterly naked. A hand slapped against her backside, the sound echoing around within the small space, and she moaned through her muzzle. The impact stoked the fire within her core, making her feel hotter and hotter, wanting more. 'For a first-timer, she's doing well.' Another spank, making her rock forward, feeling the stinging impact on her buttocks. The prod poked into the small of her back and then flared again, and she tensed up against it, her head spinning. She spread her legs, feeling the air slide against her wetness, wanting more, wanting to be filled! 'Not yet, you slutty stray. Let's get you to the kennels. And you need a nice new collar - that one's a bit tatty. Maybe you'll attract an owner? You're certainly attractive enough.' Hands parted her buttocks, exposing her butthole, making her moan in pleasure again. She wanted to stroke herself, to curl up and get herself off! Her buttocks were released, the hands grabbing at her ankle, bending her leg and pushing it against her calf. Duct-tape, sticky and wide, was wrapped around her ankle, then the top of her thigh, binding them together, forcing her onto just her knee. It looped around and around, forming a tight bind, her buttocks still stinging from the strikes. This was repeated on the other side, as the prod scraped along her back, scratching her skin. She twisted and stretched against it, wondering if it would flare again. 'Seal her up - don't want the bitch making a mess as we travel. And do her hands as well, she looks slutty enough she might try and get off.' Suki took a deep breath, sucking air in through her nose, desperately horny. The man leaned over her from behind, the rough canvas of his clothing pressing against her back. She pushed herself back against him, shuffling her legs wide, wanting to get off, wanting to grind herself against him. The prod flared, delivering a shock into her flank. 'Strays in heat aren't allowed that. You'll need to be a good girl, understand?' Suki whined, as her wrist was pulled upwards, bent against her shoulder, more tape wrapped around it. It kept winding, forcing her hand into a fist, sealed within a bundle of dull grey tape. When she tensed against it, she could make it flex, just a little, but the thickness of it made it impossible to break out, at least quickly, feeling the glue prickle against her skin, pulling on it as she moved. The woman in the cage stirred, rolling over and opening her eyes, long blonde hair flicking aside. Although the cage forced her onto hands and knees, she wasn't taped up - instead, her legs were sheathed in high boots, ending with a hoof-lump, while leather gloves ending with solid ball-lumps sealed her hands away. It seemed much more elegant than Suki's own tape bindings! The woman looked at Suki, somehow seeming proud, despite being caged and bound, then closed her eyes and rolled over - was she falling asleep? Both of Suki's hands were now taped - all of her limbs were restrained, binding her onto all fours, her weight on her knees and elbows. She waggled her feet, toes twisting in the air. Fingers hooked around her collar, the woman pulling her forward, her elbows scraping over the rough floor of the van. Metal clanked and creaked, another cage getting opened up. The floor had a thin blanket on, the rough wool scratchy on her skin. The hand let go of her collar, before shoving on her backside, pushing her into the cage. It was screwed into place, firmly attached to the wall of the van, the top just above her head. For anyone larger, they would be squashed right up against the bars, but she was small enough that she had space to turn around, just in time to see the cage swing shut, a padlock fastening it closed. With her hands bound, there was no way for her to escape, even if she wanted to. 'Good girl! I always like it when a capture is obedient. I hope you're as much fun to train. Now get some rest - you're going to be worked hard!' She reached through the bars, stroking a hand down Suki's back, Suki leaning into it, feeling the warm, slender fingers. The heat continued to throb between her legs, but there was no way for her to touch herself, nothing that she could rub against to get off! Both of them got out of the back of the van, the door shutting with a heavy thud, sealing Suki into darkness. The engine rumbled into life, vibrations rippling through her body, making the cage buzz against her. Both of the other captives mumbled, Suki unable to see them, as she felt the van start to drive, every corner making her body slide against the walls, wondering what the kennels would be like. Chapter 2: Anticipation and Arrival Despite the thrumming of the van and the desperate heat within her body, Suki couldn't stop herself falling into a doze. She could hear the other two people, their breathing slow and regular, seemingly both asleep themselves. With her gag in place though, she couldn't talk to them at all, and they were both gagged as well. Were they fellow pets, then? Although the tall one had been in fancy leather restraints - maybe she was an actual pet, owned and possessed? The thought made Suki shiver, wondering what that would be like. To be bound as a pet, kept in a cage - she'd spent far too long looking at pictures online, of bodies in harnesses, limbs kept bound, sun-lit cages, eating from bowls. Maybe she could find someone with similar tastes, to look after her, keep her as their pet? And maybe a collar of her own? It had been embarrassing having to go to the pet shop and buy her own, her body feeling hot and light throughout, her face so red the assistant had asked if she was OK! But the moment the leather had settled around her neck, snug and firm, she'd spent the rest of the day stroking and touching herself, loosing herself in sweaty caresses, until the bedroom had reeked of her own scent. And now she was being taken to a kennel! The pictures had looked sunny and bright, although the people, bound onto all fours, bodies wrapped in dark leather, faces hidden behind muzzles, or blurred for the pictures. The trainers had looked strict and dominant, with crops at the ready. The thought made her shiver, straining against her restraints, feeling the tape flex around her fingers. If she worked at it, she could probably get free, although she was still in the cage. But it felt good to be confined, like she was being hugged and embraced, although the tape was sticky and pulled on her skin. How far away were the kennels? There had been a phone number but no address given, probably to keep it secure. The van was moving smoothly - they must be out of the city and onto a motorway, so they were probably going quite some way. Suki wriggled around inside the cage, feeling the metal bars, warmed by her body. On one of the walls there was a metal pipe, the tip wet and sticky. She sniffed at it - it smelled slightly sweet. Was it some kind of food-paste? But she was muzzled, so couldn't get at it. In the darkness, and muzzled and bound, time blurred. The other pets seemed to slumber as well, their breathing slow and regular. Then the van turned a corner, and started to bump up and down, moving along some rough road. Did that mean they were almost there? It was uncomfortable being jolted around inside the cage though, the metal bars chafing her skin, and Suki tried to tense up and brace herself. She could hear the other two now, making annoying grunts in time with the jolting movements. She heard reverse-beeping, the vehicle moving slowly backwards, and then the clunk of doors opening. They must be there now? The backdoors of the van opened, cooler air sliding in, making Suki shiver, naked except for the restraints. 'Time for your inspections! New girl, the vet needs to give you a physical assessment.' The man stepped into the van, his body blocking out electric light from outside. 'You've been good so far - keep doing that, and this will be nice and smooth.' From down in the cage, the man seemed even larger than before, looming over the cage, strong fingers fiddling with the padlock of the cage and pulling it open. He stepped back, and Suki crawled forward, exiting the cage, stretching herself out, at least as much as she could. 'This is your first time, so you'll need a full physical. A human physical. And then we can get some nicer restraints for you. I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you? So you can be a good girl!' He spoke like he was speaking to a real pet, in tones that should be patronizing but made her feel reassured and comfortable. All she could see of him was his legs, still wrapped in the blue overalls, before he bent over and clipped a leash onto her collar, and then walked away. She had to crawl fast to keep up, feeling her backside sway about, the van floor rough against her elbows. It was hard keeping her balance, and it was straining her body in ways she wasn't used to. A ramp had been put in place, leading down and out of the van, into a bare concreate hallway, reinforced metal doors on either side. Suki looked around, equally nervous and interested. Each of the doors had a number stamped into it, and a small hinged panel at the bottom. It wasn't large enough to fit through - was it a food flap, like in prison? The thought made her flush with heat, feeling a wetness between her thighs, making her squirm. Then the leash tightened as the man walked on, forcing Suki to crawl to keep up. At the end were doors, hinged to open either way, with circular windows at the top. The man pushed them open, and the scent of medicine and cleanliness wafted out. It was bright, making Suki wince, her mind reeling as she tried to take it all in. A female voice spoke, from somewhere out of sight. 'This the new pup? Well, get her prepped, I'll be right out.' 'Sure thing, Doc.' His hand stroked down her back, making her shiver and gasp, acutely aware of her own vulnerability. She pushed back against the touch, wanting more touches, especially between her legs. But, instead, he snipped through the tape with scissors, pulling on her skin as he pulled it away, tossing it into a bin. Her legs were freed first, her knees aching as she was able to bend them properly. 'Stand up.' She had to breathe deeply and focus to manage it, her legs weak and wobbly. Being up again felt strange, and her face went bright red, greater awareness of her situation coming, her breath quickening. A hand stroked down her back again as her arms twitched, still bound, a whine coming from behind her muzzle. The female voice spoke again, bright and cherry. 'It can be a lot to take in, but don't worry - we'll take good care of you.' Latex snapped, as a white-coated woman stepped into view, copper-bright hair standing out against her white latex outfit, the logo of the kennels on her breast. 'Time for a physical, and then we can make you into a nice little bitch-pet.' Her expression was hidden behind a surgical mask, long black gloves covering her arms fully. 'Just to check that you can deal with everything. It's important to know that the stock is of good material.' The words made Suki's head swim, and she staggered, a hand grabbing her shoulder from behind, keeping her up. 'Thanks, Michael. I'll take it from here.' She held a black-wrapped finger up, moving it from side-to-side, staring into Suki's eyes. 'Good, you're responsive. Some of the new bitches are a little overwhelmed.' Suki's other arm was cut free, dropping and dangling loose, and she could dimly hear Michael leaving behind her. The finger kept moving, Suki staring at it, struggling to form any thoughts, before there was a sharp finger-snap, helping to wake her up. 'Now, I'm going to unmuzzle you and ask you a few questions. Just to make sure of everything.' Her pocket buzzed and she pulled out a phone. 'Oh good, they've just confirmed your ID. That's a good start. So, Suki Araki? At least to start with, but we'll have to come up with a new name for you.' Her phone went back into a pocket, before she reached forward, sliding a hand along Suki's cheek, finding the buckle for the muzzle and releasing it. 'Head back! Try not to dribble.' A gentle touch pushed Suki's head backwards as the muzzle was pulled away from her face, and she swallowed the thick wad of spit. 'Good girl. Pretty little thing, aren't you? Small and cute - you're not going to be suitable for some of the stamina courses, but you should be able to do the trick shows. And general training, of course.' She stroked Suki's breasts, pushing on the skin. 'Good and healthy. Any medical problems?' Suki shook her head, before remembering she could talk, her tongue thick and clumsy. 'No.' 'Allergies? Any medication or dietary needs?' 'No. No.' 'Good. You should be nice and easy to look after. How's your general fitness?' She held out Suki's arms, squeezing at her biceps. 'Let me guess - office job?' 'Yes.' 'Well, we'll be sure to start you off gently, if you're not used to cardio. I'm guessing you don't want to bulk up, you'd like to stay cute and petite?' The hands slid down her sides, lightly tickling against her skin, squeezing at her hips. 'Nice and trim!' 'Um, yes.' 'Thought so. And it means I won't have to use the specially reinforced cages. Some of you pets like to cause problems and try and break out! Bloody nuisance. Now, do you have any questions?' Suki shook her head. 'Let's get you petted up then. If you could get onto the table, it's easier on my back than bending over.' She pointed at a medical table, thinly padded, and Suki mounted it, moving onto all fours. 'You sure this is your first time? You're nice and easy to work with.' Fingers poked at her body, feeling her muscles, each touch taking her out of herself, making her gasp and sigh. 'Good, firm muscles, although you could do with some toning. I'll make a note. Now, legs first.' The vet put one hand on a thigh, the other on an ankle, gently bending Suki's leg backwards, before leather slapped and slithered, somewhere out of sight. 'You're a bit smaller than most of the pets, but this should fit. If it chafes too much, let someone know, and we'll do what we can.' Soft leather wrapped around her leg, cords and buckles tightening, pulling her leg into position. Something flapped against her knee, before she was lifted on one side, a padded block going beneath her knee, and then getting tied into place. That left her unbalanced, her other knee not yet raised up. Latex-gloved fingers slid between her legs, touching against her lips, making her sigh. 'Don't worry, we'll get to that soon. Have to keep an eye on that clit-piercing, make sure it doesn't snag or catch. Could be fun to leash though.' Suki's other leg was bound, forcing her onto her knees. The leather was warm and snug, pressing against her, but not too tightly enough to hurt. 'Arms next, then your muzzle, and then your lovely new tail. Black, I think, to match your hair.' Suki bent her arms back, putting her hands on her shoulders, before the doctor shook her head. 'Arms out straight.' She flicked out a long, shiny tube, with a lump at the end. 'Let's start with these.' She took Suki's right arm, and slid the tube over her skin. It was powdered on the inside, but tight enough to squish her skin. It was like a glove, except instead of a hand on the end, there was a flat-bottomed lump, forcing her hand over a curved, solid thing, tight enough to compress her fingers. With it on, she wouldn't be able to lift anything, or do anything at all with her hands! But the bottom was padded, and when she pressed down with it, it took her weight easily. Another paw-glove went onto her other arm, buckles tightening to hold them in place. She twisted her arms - she still had decent mobility, but she wouldn't be able to use her hands at all! 'I'll give you a check in a few days, just in case. Now, open wide!' Suki obeyed, watching as the doctor held up a more complex-looking muzzle - this one was shaped like an actual animal's nose and mouth but with a metal ring inside, and with straps running on either side and from the top. It even had leather ears on the top, tall and perky, like a dog! 'Say "ahhh"!' Suki strained her jaw, stretching as open as possible, the metal ring sliding behind her teeth. It meant that she couldn't close her mouth properly, and then the leather muzzle was pulled snug against her face. She wriggled her nose, able to smell some polish or something that had been rubbed onto it. It came beneath her chin and had more straps that came around her head, a full harness, the doctor careful not to snag any hair. 'I'll even plug it for you, so you don't dribble. Remember, you'll need to drink more than you're used to, as you're going to be losing a lot of fluids, from sweat and drool. Head up.' Suki tilted her head, watching the doctor hold up a rubbery bulb - with practiced ease, she pushed it into Suki's mouth, the metal ring stopping it from sliding too far in, plugging Suki's mouth. She pushed it with her tongue, as the doctor fumbled about inside the mouth-piece. 'It attaches on the inside. You can push it out if you want to, but remember that you'll need someone else to put it back.' 'Uphh.' She couldn't talk properly, but could make vague noises, still probing against the thing with her tongue. Suki wriggled, feeling her range of movement, and how limited it was, feeling warm and secure. Although she would have to be careful not to fall off! And her arousal was making her feel tired, of being so horny for so long without release. The doctor moved around behind her, slapping at her backside, thumbs pulling her lips apart. 'Nice and healthy down here, aren't you? I like that piercing as well.' A finger slid into her, twisting around and making her vision swirl, and she would have panted if it hadn't been for the gag. She pushed her hips backwards, wanting more touches and stimulation, but the doctor chuckled and slid her finger out, wiping it against Suki's backside. 'Maybe later! The studs are going to like you, I can tell. Let's get your tail in first.' Hands pulled her buttocks apart, and then a pump squirted, making a liquid noise. She felt lube, cool and slippery, getting smeared over her asshole, before a finger slid into her, making her gasp again. It twisted around, spreading her open inside, scattering her thoughts before sliding out. 'Nice and loose, that's good!' A fat lump was pushed against the knot of her asshole, and she forced herself to relax, glad of all the lube as it was forced into her. It hit some tipping point, the thing suddenly getting swallowed up into her. She could feel it inside her, shifting about if she moved her hips, pressing outwards against her inner walls. 'You're a bit tight, so I'm going to help you with that. And so you can take larger ones.' The pressure inside of her suddenly increased, the thing increasing in size. It was squashing up inside her, compacting all her other organs. It increased in size again, and then again, and she dipped her head, glad of the pet-gear keeping her supported, otherwise she would have collapsed. 'That should do for now - you're only small, but a good bitch can take a nice large cock. And some of the studs are quite impressively endowed, so if you want to have fun with them, I need to be sure you can take it. Don't want any injuries!' Suki slowly managed to gather her thoughts, her every movement making her acutely aware of the fat lump in her ass, and some weight outside, dragging it around. She twisted, managing to see behind her - there was now a tail there, a thin, slender whip of black, jutting out from her asshole and curling upwards. 'We can change the style later, if you want, but I think the sleekness suits you.' Fingers brushed against her slit again, sliding against the piercing. She tried to push back against it, wanting more touches, but there was just a light spank against her backside. 'Nope, not yet! You've requested the special training, so I'll need to hook that up.' A finger idly traced over her lips, stimulating her further before withdrawing. Suki heard the pop of plastic packaging getting opened up. 'A nice fresh unit! Just for you. Although this means you'll need a full body harness.' Fingers massaged her lips again, and then something was pressed into her, her body eagerly swallowing it up, a small, squidgy lump. 'I want to stretch you out, so you can take the biggest studs. But that'll take a while.' Suki wriggled her hips, wanting more stimulation, but the thing just sat inside of her, passive and inert, as sticky pads were attached to her body, on the insides of her thighs, wires pressed against her lower lips and taped into place. She could feel the metal, prickling slightly against her skin, making her twitch nervously. Something heavier was laid against her pack, taped securely into place, and then the doctor fetched a curving thing of leather and buckles, wrapping it around Suki's body. It was tight, pressing up on her belly, forcing her spine straight, and covering up all of the pads. 'Can't forget the nipples! You are nice and neat and small, aren't you? And pierced breasts as well - have you been dreaming about this for a while?' Her nipples were given small pinches, before more wires were taped into place, connected to beneath the support-corset. 'Just a few last things, and then you can go. I'll give you a few days with that, see how you adjust, and then it'll be the full bitchsuit. Some people need more spinal support, especially for longer wear, but you should be able to manage.' She reached up to a shelf and got a collar - sturdy leather, with a battery pack on the outside, and bulkier than any that Suki had seen before. 'Your own is a bit tatty, this one is much better. And if you shake your head fast, it'll call for help. It also monitors your pulse and things - just to keep you safe. Oh, and it can shock you if you're bad, but I'm sure a good girl like you wouldn't do anything like that.' Lube was smeared over Suki's neck as her own collar was released, the newer one sliding around her neck, slightly cold. It was nice and tight though, with a weight on the back. 'We'll get you a name soon enough, I'm sure. Now, you're fully prepared, so let's get you down, and you can go meet your new kennel-mates.' She wrapped her arms around Suki's torso, before straining, and lifting her up. Suki was utterly powerless, caught in mid-air, only able to wriggle her arms, feeling like she was floating, before being put down on the ground, scrabbling to try and get her balance back, the ass-plug shifting about. 'One more thing - I need to check you're toilet-trained. It'll be enemas for solids for the first few days, but you're on liquid food, so afterwards we won't need to worry about that. But I want you to go and piss in that bowl. And try and aim, please.' Suki's shame burst into furious heat, as she looked over at the shiny metal bowl. To piss, in front of someone? But she'd have to do it sooner or later, and she wanted to be a good pet... She crawled over, every step making her bowels feel full and stuffed, positioning herself above the bowl. The collar made it hard to move her neck to see, but she shuffled her legs inwards, feeling that it was beneath her, before relaxing her bladder. Her piss streamed and splashed downwards, tinkling against the metal, making her sigh in relief that she hadn't missed. The bowl soon started to fill, the sound getting more liquid. Once she was done, she shook herself , a few more droplets splashing down, then felt a tissue wipe against her, her cheeks aflame with shame and desire. 'Good girl. You're going to be a lovely pet, I can feel it. Now, remember not to cause any trouble, and listen to the trainers. I'm going to hand you back to Michael, and he'll take you to the kennels.' Suki shuffled away from her piss, not liking the smell, getting used to being bound on all fours again, her heart racing. What would the kennels be like? And the other pets? Thoughts of burly, musclebound studs, the cocks at the ready, surged in her mind. If she was a good girl, maybe she could be used by them? She barely noticed as she was led by the leash out of the room, still focused on the feelings and sensations of the thing inside of her, and the leather sheathing her body. Ponygirl Playtime Chapter One: Making a Pony Susannah parked up, looking through the tinted windows at the farm - it didn't seem to have changed much, with the same, slightly rickety, stables, corrugated iron roofs and dark brick walls. A large paddock held horses, munching on grass, tails flicking to keep the flies away. When she opened up the door, the heat hit like a hammer, pushing away the air-conditioned coolness, and she fanned herself with a hand. Her smart black boots crunched on the gravel as she looked around, smiling at the youthful memories. And then she heard hoofbeats slamming on the ground, turning to see a large roan horse running towards her, hooves kicking up a trail of dust. Riding on the horse's back was a young woman, blonde hair streaming out, skin tanned, wearing a loose shirt, tied to show her lean and bare belly, and work jeans. The horse approached, before coming to a stop, the woman dismounting with an easy movement, jumping to the floor and then embracing Susannah. She smelled of horse-flesh and the sweat of work, a stark contrast with Susannah's carefully maintained blouse and stylish jeans. Her face was partially shaded by her hat, keeping the sun from her eyes. 'You came!' Susannah could feel the rough callouses on the woman's hands, gasping slightly from the skin-stingingly friendly back-slap, taking a moment to collect herself. The other woman hugged her, Susannah hugging her back, before they separated. 'Well, I thought it would be nice to see the old place again. And you, of course - how long has it been, Kathleen?' 'Just "Kath" is fine! And it must be... four, five years? When you suddenly left...' 'Yeah, well, stuff happened...' Being caught fooling around with Kath had gotten her in trouble - apparently having fun with your half-sister wasn't allowed! 'But it's good to be back.' Kath turned away, towards the horse, patting it's bulky flank, before starting to unstrap the saddle, fingers sliding along the smooth leather, making softly soothing noises to reassure it. 'So, what's it like being in charge? This is all yours now, isn't it?' Susannah managed to keep the note of jealousy from her voice, but it should be hers - she was the oldest, after all! And had grown up here, just the same as Kath had. 'There's been a lot to take in. But I think I'm on top of it now.' She sighed, patting the horse again, the saddle now over her shoulder. 'Some times I think it would be easier to be one of the horses - get saddled up and ridden, get fed and looked after. All nice and easy!' Susannah leaned in, pressing herself closely against Kath again, kissing her on the lips, lightly stroking one breast, feeling the small mound through the shirt, enjoying Kath's shiver as she held the kiss. 'It's been a while, but we could always carry on where we left off.' She slid a hand around Kath's waist, pulling her close in, the saddle bumping between them, staring into Kath's eyes, feeling the warmth of the other woman's tanned body. 'I've even bought a few special toys with me. Things that might let you try being a horse, just for a little while. I'll even look after the farm while you're... otherwise engaged.' She felt Kath tense up, but the woman didn't pull away, looking up at her, hat covering part of her face. 'Oh? What do you mean?' Susannah took the saddle from Kath, the leather warm beneath her hands, putting it atop a fence, making sure it was stable, then walking around to the boot of her car and gesturing at Kath. 'Come.' She smiled as Kath obediently obeyed, standing next to her as she opened up the boot. Next to her suitcase were stacks of latex and leather, with lots of buckles and straps, glinting in the light. 'I thought you might need a break, so got some recreational items for us to use. A bit better than fumbling around the back of the barn and hoping not to get caught!' She picked up a strap, a bit dangling downwards, before pushing it lightly against Kath's lips. Her mouth opened, letting her push the leather-wrapped bar into place, teeth biting down. 'See? You'd make such a good little pony. And it looks like you could do with a break - you're looking a bit tired.' She patted Kath on the head, pulling off the cowboy hat and putting it on herself. Kath twisted her head, pushing the bit out of her mouth, Susannah wiping it clean. 'So, uh... what is all of this? Is this what they do in the big city?' 'Sometimes. Although there's not much space for it here!' She took in a deep breath, enjoying the sweet, clean air - after the grimy, smog-filled city air, it was delicious. 'So, do you want to relax a little? Be a good little pony-girl?' Indecision wavered over the smaller woman's face, her shoulders tensing up, before relaxing, and she nodded. 'Uh, OK... So, what do I need to do?' Susannah kissed her again, leaning into it, tasting her half-sister's lips, tongues sliding together before they parted. 'You'll need to be naked first. And then I can prepare you.' A flush came over Kath's face, tanned cheeks tinting pink, hands coming up to cover her breasts, as she looked away from Susannah in shame. 'It's nothing I haven't seen before. Although I am looking forward to seeing how you've changed since I've left.' She put the bit down, before picking up a latex bodysuit and shaking it out, the slippery material flapping out, a hollow and empty human shape. 'Now get to it!' Kath's hands moved, slowly, unbuttoning her shirt, keeping her shoulders hunched, the shirt hanging open to reveal more soft, brown skin, an uneven tan-line around her breasts. 'Do I... do I have to...?' Susannah put the suit down, careful to keep it in the boot, not wanting to get it dirty on the ground, turning back to Kath and taking her in an embrace. She pushed her leg between Kath's, keeping her half-sister's legs parted, pushing her slightly off balance, using one arm to keep her up, pulling at the shirt with the other, tugging it away from Kath's body. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, her petite breasts firm and soft, without needing any support. Kath made a gentle whimpering sound, but didn't protest or resist, as Susannah leaned in and kissed one nipple, soft and slow, rolling her tongue around the nub, lightly biting it, then releasing it. 'I'm a lot more experienced than before, so we can have a lot more fun together.' She kissed Kath, hard now, on the side of the neck, feeling the blood pumping in her neck, as her breathing increased. 'So just be a good little girl, and obey me.' She pushed Kath away, leaning back against the car, watching as Kath gasped, not meeting Susannah's eyes, hands slowly moving towards her jeans, unbuckling the belt. Her breathing was fast now, chest heaving in rapid pants. 'I want to see, so don't turn away!' Kath slowly turned to face, her, pulling her jeans down, slowly revealing slightly sweaty panties, snug against her body. She had to bend awkwardly to tug her boots off, her movements restrained by having her jeans around her knees, the stiff leather getting put aside, then her socks, before she could actually get her jeans off. 'And your panties. A horse doesn't wear clothes, do they?' Kath took a deep breath, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pulling them down, revealing a slight dusting of blonde pubic hair around her slit, standing awkwardly on one leg for a moment, before peeling them off. She stood there, utterly naked, face now burning red, visible even through the tan, one hand covering her breasts, the other moving over her crotch, slightly hunched over. Susannah stepped in close, tapping the woman's chin with her finger, forcing her to look up, and kissing her on the lips again, before stroking at Kath's body. It was even hotter now, the woman's breathing coming in rapid, strained pants, her whole body flushed. 'Oh? If you want to be a horse, then you should be used to being naked. Now, let's get you hosed down. Open wide for your bridle.' Before Kath could protest, Susannah had pushed the leather-wrapped bar against her mouth, behind the teeth, then strapping it into place, with reins dangling down. 'Mphhh!' A grunt came from behind the bit, Kath's teeth biting down onto the bar. Susannah pulled on the reins, forcing Kath to move as well, pulling her towards the fence, near the water-trough, then tying the reins around the wood. 'Mphhh? Mphhh!' Susannah was still trying to cover herself with just her hands, 'I hope you won't be a naughty horse! Otherwise you might need more training.' 'Mphhh?' Susannah picked up the hose and used it to spray Kath down, blasting the water over her body, cleaning off any sweat and grime. It was cold, Kath protesting more through the bit-gag, twisting her body to try and protect herself. Susannah targeted Kath's hands, forcing them away from her breasts and crotch, then targeting the now-exposed areas, until she was satisfied that Kath was clean, stopping the water. There was an old towel draped over the fence - Susannah made soothing noises as she picked it up and approached Kath, drying the woman off, using her hands to stop Kath from shielding herself. 'Shhh, shhh. Let me look after you - just be a good little horsey.' She rubbed the towel over Kath's breasts, wiping them dry, then moving it between Kath's legs, making the woman shiver and twitch. Her body was so deliciously soft and warm! 'Now, your new skin first, now you're nice and clean.' She gave Kath's body another wipe-down, before getting the latex bodysuit. 'This will make you nice and shiny. And then the harnesses. Left leg first!' She opened the body up, stretching it out, holding it up so that Kath could push one leg into place, her own skin getting swallowed up and consumed within the slick darkness. 'This will give you a nice, glossy hide! And help keep your own skin nice and protected.' She pulled the other leg on, glad that the inside was already powdered, making it easy to pull on over Kath's body. As Kath protested again, mumbling into her bit-gag, unable to form words, Susannah stroked and comforted her, sliding her own hand over Kath's suntanned belly, feeling the muscles there, honed from countless hours of horseback riding. The suit had gaps for the crotch and ass, and Kath stopped wriggling as Susannah drew it up over her hips, the material flatteringly tight, giving Kath a perfect, shiny skin, with buckles on the shoulders and wrists. It compressed in against the natural curve of her waist and hips, as it enveloped her body. As it moved over her breasts, Susannah moved closer in, gently puffing on Kath's ear, enjoying the sensuous shiver she provoked, Kath's scent erotic and powerful, as she squirmed, slowly getting sealed into her new skin. As it came up over Kath's breasts, she wriggled again, Susannah giving her backside a swift spank, the taut flesh tensing up beneath her fingers. 'Shh, shhh. Just be a good pony-girl.' Susannah kept stroking at Kath's body, calming her as she kept pulling the suit on, enjoying the play of muscles beneath her hands, Kath tense but not resisting, as her arms were fed into the sleeves. Once it was on, then Susannah zipped up the back, sealing it around Kath's neck. 'Now, horses don't have hands. And I don't want you trying to get free! So let's get a nice little harness on you. Nice and snug and tight.' She went back to the boot and got the harness, leather straps and metal rings jangling slightly, as well as the other items she needed, filling her arms. Kath was moving slightly, finding how the suit resisted her, twisting her shoulders around. Her eyes went wide as she saw the harness, and she backed away slightly, looking fearful, the reins tightening, as far as it could go. Susannah moved in close again, putting everything except the harness on the ground, shaking it loose, getting it the right way round. 'This will suit you perfectly. I had it made just for you - it doesn't look like you've gained any weight.' She stepped around, moving behind Kath, pulling the harness around her waist and buckling it tightly, the straps tight enough to dig into the latex. More straps ran around Kath's breasts, above and below, snug and firm, more buckles tightening into place around Kath's back. She wriggled, gently tensing up beneath the extra restraints, testing her movement, Susannah smiling, enjoying the feeling underneath her fingertips, firm muscles sheathed in latex. More straps went between Kath's legs, cinching tightly between her thighs, pushing against her skin, exposing her pussy. Susannah stroked her palm against Kath's crotch, feeling the short fuzz of pubic hair, teasing her finger over the slit, now starting to heat up. 'Your hands aren't right. A horse can't pick things up!' There was a metal ring in the middle of Kath's back, and Susannah fed a leather cord through it, tying it tightly onto the rings on each shoulder, forcing them to be tucked in tightly. 'That's a good start, but not quite. Let me just deal with your hands properly.' She picked up a leather sack, and then grabbed one of Kath's hands, shoving it in, feeling Kath's hand bundle into a fist. She hooked it over the wrist-buckle, more cords letting her tie it, making it tight and secure, making sure there was as little slack as possible. 'Now the other one.' Kath tried to shift away, but couldn't move very fast, Susannah easily grabbing the other hand and bundling it into the sack-glove, turning it into a useless lump. With her shoulders bound behind her back, all she could was move her arms a little, unable to even reach her face anymore. 'That should stop you taking your bridle off, or causing any other problems. Although let me just restrict you a little more...' She dragged Kath in close, running another strap through the harness ring on the woman's belly, tethering it against both wrists, limiting her range of movement even more. 'Now, what next? Oh yes, a pony has hooves, not feet, don't they?' She stroked her hand between Kath's legs, feeling a growing heat there, along with a faint warmth. 'Are you in heat?' Kath made a strange, throaty noise from behind her gag, her eyes wide, head rising and falling in time with her panting. Susannah smiled, kissing Kath on the forehead, before leaning over to pick up one of the hoof-boots - knee-high black leather, bent so that the wearer had to walk on their toes, with a large lump under the sole of the foot. 'Leg up.' Kath whimpered but obeyed, lifting her leg up, leaning against the fence for support, Susannah guiding the woman's leg into the boot, then tightening them up, pulling on the laces to make them nice and snug. She gave them a tug, making sure that they wouldn't slip loose, carefully putting Kath's foot, or at least her toes, back into contact with the ground. Her balance was wobbly now, as she leaned more heavily on the fence, struggling to lift her other foot properly. 'You're going to need to work on your balance more. A good pony shouldn't wobble around!' The other boot slid into place, fitting snugly along Kath's calf, the leather smooth and tight, then getting laced tightly into place. 'That should stay in place. Now, what next? Oh yes - a pony has a tail, doesn't it?' Staring at Kath, she picked up a buttplug, fat rubbery balls with a horse's tail on the other end. Kath's eyes went wide. 'Mpphh?!' She shook her head, raising her restrained hands, trying to pull on her gag, but unable to even reach. 'Don't worry, I'll lube it up. I suppose we never got to experiment with that hole, did we? I'll be gentle. And you can be a cute little pony.' Kath's panting got even more intense, the reins taut, but the cords were strong enough to resist her, her arms still twisting in their restraints. Susannah picked up a bottle of lube, holding up the plug so that Susannah could see it and squirting lube down on it, shiny and slippery. She massaged it over the lumps, coating the plug with a thick layer of it, before approaching the panting and shivering Kath. She shrank away, eyes fixated on the plug, thighs tight. Susannah spun Kath around, the hoof-boots making her easy to unbalance. The plug she shoved against Kath's asshole, feeling the muscular ring resist it, but the lube made it slippery, and she slowly pushed it inside, ignoring Kath's whining and gasping. The first ball slipped inside, going past it's widest point, Kath's body swallowing up the rest of it. 'Shhh, don't worry. Just relax, and soon you'll have a nice tail.' She tightened her grip around Kath's waist, continuing to shove the plug into her. The next ball went inside, Susannah holding it partway-in, enjoying the whimpers that Kath was making, before letting it slide deeper in. 'Just a few more, and then it'll be all the way in. You'll enjoy that, won't you?' She gave it a twist, one of the boots rising up and then stamping down onto the ground, Susannah able to feel the impact through her own body. 'Just a little more!' A third ball went inside, Kath's body eagerly swallowing it up, and then another. The tail was now close to Kath's backside, just one more ball to go. Susannah brushed Kath's hair aside, planting a kiss on the top of her spine. 'I'll have to tie this up as well, give you a nice ponytail. That would be appropriate, wouldn't it?' She pulled on the plug, sliding a ball out, feeling the resistance as it passed the tipping point, and then shoving it and then the final ball in, leaving just the tail poking out, like a brush. 'There we go. Just the blinkers, and then I can take you for a walk.' She reached around Kath, sliding her hands over the smooth body, cupping the pert breasts, enjoying the sensation of Kath's rapid panting. 'A good pony should be proud of her tail, shouldn't she? But a pony might see things that panic her, so should have her vision limited.' She had to grab Kath's hair to stop her shaking her head around, taking a firm grip, feeling Kath straining beneath her hand. Getting the blinkers into place with just one hand was a struggle, the leather pads needing readjusting several times before she managed to get their position right, buckling them behind Kath's head. 'There we go! Now, time for my pony's first walk. And if she obeys, she might get a reward.' She reached through Kath's thighs, twisting her fingers to feel at the woman's pussy, finding it hot and ready. 'She's definitely in heat! I don't think I'll let a stallion have her though - I'll keep her for myself.' She teased Kath a little more, enjoying the yielding, slick tightness of Kath's slit, and the faint whimper as she withdrew the finger, before untying the reins. 'A nice easy walk to start with. I want to see your knees nice and high.' She pulled Kath away from the post, turning around and walking backwards. Kath's balance was wobbly, unused to the hoof-boots, trying to stay upright. But she obeyed, lifting her knee high before bringing it down, managing her first step. 'Good girl, good girl! Now, let's keep going.' Susannah pulled on the reins, pulling Kath forward, enjoying the sight of the tail swishing with every step, Kath's body lean and sexy, swathed in the latex and the harness. Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. The cover was created by Formant. He is a web artist, specializing in the harsher side of fetish and kink. |