Authors: Johnny Stone
“You look mad, Margo pony. Are you still mad at me?” Donna was pouting in my direction with downcast eyes. I noticed the revealing designs of her pants were for much more than just fashion now. The way they were cut would allow her easy access to get at the concealed weapons beneath them, if necessary. Just as before, I couldn’t even tell they were there.
“No, Mistress, I’m not mad at you. I just can’t get my gear on is all.” I almost fell over, tripping on part of my harness. Donna burst out giggling, pointing at me.
“You’re silly, pony, even I can dress myself.”
Yeah thanks…
I knew she couldn’t help it, but the idea of being laughed at while I continued to fight the leather octopus ensnaring my body, wasn’t all that funny to me at the moment.
The battle raged on while Donna stood by snickering, enjoying the hell out of seeing me make an ass of myself.
I give up
… “Mistress? Would you mind helping me get my gear back on, please?” She gave me that creepy blank stare of utter incomprehension again, before nodding excitedly and smiling.
“Sure pony, I’ll help you.”
I lowered my arms, waiting patiently, while she made slow, deliberate circles around me, studying my partially geared up body as if deep in thought. Then I kept right on waiting and waiting.
“Uhm…Margo pony? I don’t know what to do?”
I opened my mouth, letting it snap shut in silence. Less than thirty minutes ago, she’d stripped me out of it with a proficiency that rivaled the fitter, now she couldn’t even remember where to start.
Weird…
After the long and frustrating procedure of me talking her through it, and helping when I could, the task was finally complete. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do.
We started back to the main house at a slow and steady pace this time. I was teaming with curiosity now, about so many things: her odd personality switch, Nathan and this slave girl, but more closer to home, the presence of her pistols. Donna really shouldn’t be armed, not in her state of mind. Based on the self-abuse I had just witnessed, it could be dangerous for her, not to mention everyone else around her. Besides, I’d never seen the staff or guards carry firearms; stunners were the norm among them. So why was she armed? Her answer wasn’t exactly what I expected.
“I don’t know why, pony. Michael gets mad when I do. I just like them is all, I think they’re neat. Hey, you want to see something really, really neat though?”
“Sure, Mistress, what do you want to show me?”
“You’ll see, pony, you’ll see,” she giggled softly.
Donna turned me around, leading us out into the periphery of the ranch. I knew where she had taken me, when I saw a wide-open field surrounded by large earthen berms. It was a weapons range.
Donna dismounted and walked me under a long overhang shielding a series of tables and stands separated into small, stall like enclosures. There was a computer panel in each and a wall mounted box that held earmuffs and other essentials.
“Here, put these on, pony, it’s going to be noisy.” Donna handed me a set of muffs, slipping her own on along with a pair of tinted shooting goggles. The muffs didn’t fit very well; they hadn’t been made with horse ears in mind.
Donna stepped up to the control panel, activating the touch screen with flying fingers, before approaching the firing line
. Okay, so I guess I get to watch her shoot for a while? Fine with me; I had nothing else better to do, like go back to the stables and get some rest.
Yeah, I was still tired and just felt like lying down, and my attitude was beginning to show because of it.
Donna whirled about startling me. Her hands were in a ready position near her pistols and there was a hard, intense look in her face. “This here town ain’t big enough for the two of us,” she began in an exaggerated old west drawl. “So I’m given you until the count of three, to get your goat smelling carcass out of here, before I give you lead poisoning! One…”
I would have laughed at her with that cowboy hat and old west movie ultimatum, except it looked like she was actually going to do it. I took a few steps back from the eyes of an emotionless killer.
“Two…”
I wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go. I was terrified, frozen with fear. In Donna’s condition she just might shoot me, I didn’t know. My head had been spinning ever since the incident at the pool.
“Three!”
Her hands flashed faster than I could follow; one second they were at her sides, and the next I had two pistols aimed at me with deadly intent. I was about to die.
Donna fell backwards, gracefully rolling into a crouched, kneeling position. Her pistols were pointed down range now, at a series of human-silhouette, pop-up targets. Even with my muffs on, the sound was deafening in the small enclosure.
The familiar crackle, reminiscent to sizzling meat on a hot plate, from the heater, was followed by a simultaneous ‘whoosh-bang’ from the rocket pistol. I put my hands over the muffs, trying to block out the steady, echoing roar, as Donna double tapped each of the targets. The laser super heated the metal turning it bright red, then white, liquefying it a millisecond before the 10mm rocket round slammed into it, creating a gaping, explosive hole. The rocket rounds continued on to hit the berm behind the targets, causing a series of massive dirt clouds to erupt in the air. One after another, the two-inch thick, steel targets were blown to pieces with dizzying precision.
I suddenly realized the effectiveness of what she was doing; it was a method used for punching through body armor, whether of metal composition or not. There weren’t too many kinds of personal armor that I was familiar with, which could take that kind of punishment and still leave the wearer intact. Not to mention, that was only one shot from each; multiple shots would have been even more devastating.
Donna engaged the targets with precision accuracy until all ten were turned into smoking, heaps of slag. It couldn’t have taken her more than ten or twelve seconds; a second apiece double tapping and she hadn’t missed once. I’d never seen a display of firearm skill like it before.
Donna gracefully stood replacing her spent magazines with fresh ones, holstering both pistols with deft confidence. She turned to face me, and still had that strange look of lethality about her, that made my blood run cold.
“One shot, one kill. That’s all it should ever take, Margo. I like giving them two just to be sure; it’s unprofessional to leave a mark alive, wouldn’t you agree?” She whispered in a deathly calm.
A concerned female voice cut the silence from Donna’s wrist-com. “Mrs. Savota, this is Control. We’ve detected multiple weapon discharges in your area, are you all right?” Donna blinked rapidly, the killer before me fading into uncertainty.
“Uh-oh, I’m in trouble,” a sheepish expression replied. “Uhm…yes, I’m okay, I was just out shooting my guns is all.” There was silence for several seconds.
“Mrs. Savota, you know you’re supposed to contact us before you go to the range.” The woman sounded like a real bitch now, and it pissed me off.
“Yes, I know.” Donna was pouting again, a kid being scolded by an adult.
“You need to remember to contact us first, Mrs. Savota, I know we’ve told you this before, haven’t we?”
“Yes, you’ve told me before, I’m sorry.”
“I will recall the security team; control out.”
“Let’s go, pony, I’ve been a bad girl again. I hope Michael isn’t going to be mad at me.” Donna deactivated the range control panel and stowed our muffs, while I knelt and waited for her.
We started back to the house again, but in a much more somber mood. Donna was quiet, and if I were to guess, worried about getting into trouble, whatever that entailed. I still didn’t know what to think of this crazy afternoon, or the way she’d periodically acted. Maybe it had something to do with her performing familiar tasks that brought back old memories? Maybe it was her body going on automatic, just reacting to old routines and situations? I didn’t know, nor did I have the knowledge regarding brain trauma to figure it out. One thing was for certain; whoever Mistress Donna had been in the past, was one person I never wanted to have pissed off at me.
***
I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed, springing from bed with a sense of rare enthusiasm, instantly awake. A bath, alone this time thank god, about five gallons of water, and a good meal before lights out last night, could do wonders for a person. In truth, I don’t remember sleeping that well in ages. I was still a bit sore from my ride with Donna, but I hardly noticed; all I could think about was the possibility of spending some training time with Nathan today, and maybe if I were lucky, some personal hands-on attention after that. I really did miss him.
I made my way down the corridor for breakfast, immediately noticing that something was different about this morning. It was like an ecstatic, almost palatable excitement in the air. What’s more is I could actually smell it, or smell something at any rate. Whatever it was made my nipples harden, and my pussy dampen with lurid anxiousness. It didn’t help my growing concern that I kept getting some pretty strange looks from the stallions that made me feel like a piece of meat under display glass.
Uh oh, this isn’t good.
We all formed up in a single file line at the entrance of the dining room, with two med-techs passing us through after a brief pause.
They must be administering the biweekly hormone and vitamin injections, I heard talk about?
A female brute was in front of me, towering, intimidating with a body packed full of bulging muscle beneath sun-bronzed skin. Her shortly cropped brown hair, set beneath a big nose and thin lips, made her look so, I don’t know, normal in a way? I wouldn’t say she was ugly, but I’d slowly grown accustomed to the cosmetic perfection of the show ponies, and the nearness of an outsider made me feel slightly uneasy. She looked down at me with flaring nostrils, and dark eager eyes.
“What’s wrong, little sister?” Her voice was deep and husky, nearly masculine. “You don’t look very excited.”
I felt a slight bump from behind, taking a step forward to distance myself from the crowding bulk of a stallion. “Why, should I be? What’s going on?”
“You don’t know? It’s breeding day.”
“What! You’re kidding me! Already?”
“What do you mean already, it’s been a month since the last one?” The pony behind kept pushing closer, bumping into my ass again.
Dammit, what’s this guy’s problem?
I glared back over my shoulder, giving him a dirty look that was met by a leering smile. It was pony 10, a sandy haired palomino. Nice looking guy, but… He had his fishnet briefs off and the semi-hard, forearm length size of his inhuman cock, screaming an angry pink, had been grazing my ass the entire time. I was
not
in the mood for this shit.
“Aren’t you excited little princess,” the female brute asked in a patronizing tone, drawing my attention forward again. “All the stallions are looking forward to breeding with you and the other show ponies, especially Cirus.” Her expression grew soft, regretful in a way, eyeing me from top to bottom. “It must be nice not having to chase after a stallion all the time, begging for it, but then again, I wouldn’t know.”
I couldn’t help but notice that her breasts, unlike mine, had been reduced to nothing more than puckered buds beneath bands of rock solid pectorals. Even the slightest trace of femininity among the female brutes seemed to be nothing more than an extinct dream any longer.
“Sorry, it’s not like it’s my fault. I didn’t exactly ask for this.”
She smiled with a huffing snort. “I guess you didn’t, did you? My name’s pony 32 and you are Margo, right?” Pony 10 bumped into me again, but this time the flaming warmth of his cock stayed nestled between my cheeks, pulsing with demand. I spun about with a fake smile, batting my baby-blues at him, with a sensual look that would have melted butter.
“Touch me again with that thing stud,” I cooed playfully, “and I’ll rip it off, understand?” My final words came out in a spiteful snarl. He knew I wasn’t normal, for whatever reason, and the shock staring down at me proved it. I think he knew damn well that I was more than capable of living up to my threat, because the gap between us grew noticeably larger after that.
“Yeah, I’m Margo. It’s nice to meet you.”
Pony 32 snorted like a horse again, a restrained and nervous laugh, ears twitching. She put her large hand on my shoulder leaning down close to my ear. “I’ve never heard a mare say something like that to a stallion before,” she whispered. “It was kind of funny, even though I’d be chomping at the bit for some time with 10. I like you, Margo, you’ve got spirit.”
“Spirit,” I shrugged with a thin smile. “Where I come from it’s called being a bitch. Guess I’m not exactly in the mood to be bred by him or anyone at the moment.” I tried to look around the milling mass of ponies in front of me.”
Oh jeez, Nathan, where are you?
“What do you mean? It’s an honor to be chosen by Cirus. I’ve only been with him once, and that was a long time ago. He claims all the mares when they first arrive at the stables, as is his right, but on breeding days he picks only his favorites, namely the show ponies.” A feeble touch of longing softened her features, followed with an audible sigh of forsaken desire. “You’re lucky, Margo; I’ve heard that Cirus might even breed with you all day.”
“Yeah, lucky me.” This was not how I’d envisioned my day turning out.
Pony 32 was next in line, and she stepped forward between the two med-techs.
They gave her two additional injections in conjunction with what I assumed was our normal one. Based on the amount of rock hard stallions, and flushed, giddy mares that anxiously fluttered about the dining room, I had an idea of what the other two were.
“Next!”
I nervously searched the room for Nathan as I took my place between the techs.
Maybe he could get me out of this, somehow?
“Ow,” I mouthed from the multiple injections of drugs forced into my shoulders with rapid-fire secession. I didn’t see Nathan, but I did see Cirus watching me, impatiently waiting in all his glorious nudity from across the room.
How in the hell am I going to take something like that? Where’s Nathan, dammit!
Oh thank god…
I heard him down the hall, arguing furiously with the Master over his wrist-com. It sounded like he was trying to exempt me from breeding day.
Get me out of this Nathan, please.
I sure as hell wasn’t looking forward to being an all day cum-bucket for Cirus. Nathan stormed off suddenly down the hall, relinquishing command of the stables to Torri.
What! Where are you going, Nathan? Come back!
“Next!”
I was prodded forward so number 10 could take his place behind me. Cirus was already heading in my direction, and I let out a shoulder-slumping breath of defeat. Cirus had my ass for an entire day, and I just knew it was going to be a grudge fuck: I’d pissed him off, insulted him, and took his job, and now he was going to make me pay for it.
Can’t I at least eat breakfast first?