Saturday night in the barn was terrible for Nicole. It wasn’t that she was tied up in a stall. It wasn’t that she had only the weird-tasting water to drink. It wasn’t even that she again spent almost two hours with her front hooves against the back wall totally emptying herself. It was the fact that with her front hooves in place she couldn’t cum. The hoof gloves totally encased her fingers and the hooves on the end of the gloves were too heavy and rough to stroke herself. The leather of the gloves was even too rough to rub against her cleft. So after the pill and suppository had done their thing and Nicole had cleaned herself off in the big trough of water, she leaned into the front corner of the stall and whimpered in frustration until she finally fell asleep.
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Annabelle’s shout of “Rise and shine, cowgirl, we have places to go,” brought Nicole instantly awake. She tried to make Annabelle understand her need, but all that happened was that Annabelle softly stroked her head and murmured, “I know. I know, my naked little cowgirl. Learning is sometimes hard. But this is the last day I will use this to help you learn.”
“Learn what?” Nicole thought. “How to be a ponygirl?” Then she realized that being a ponygirl came pretty naturally to her. It had to be something else. But what? “Oh, yeah,” she finally thought, “horses aren’t really stupid. We just don’t understand them.”
She wanted to cry out, “I understand! I understand!” But it just came out as very agitated mumbling. In response, Annabelle pressed a lump of sugar into her mouth and stroked her hair. Another lump of sugar and some soft words and Nicole settled down enough that Annabelle could tack her up and lead her out of the barn. Annabelle was wearing her jockey hat and the ponygirl cart was again in the middle of the barnyard, but the pickup truck and trailer were nowhere to be seen.
Annabelle put Nicole in place between the poles of the cart and said, “I thought we would go over to Mistress Joan’s place and show her how you have progressed.” She chuckled and said, “Besides, I have to return the equipment I borrowed from her and Frank needed the pickup for some farm work.”
A few minutes later, Annabelle was seated in the cart. With a stern “Giddyup” and a sharp crack of the whip on Nicole’s ass, they started up the driveway. Nicole didn’t know if she was afraid or turned on or both as they turned onto the gravel road in front of the farm. This wasn’t a back pasture. This was a public road, albeit a seldom-used road. But still, she was dressed up in public like a ponygirl and running naked for all the world to see.
The cart rolled much easier over the gravel than it had the grassy pasture and soon Nicole was jogging– or should that be trotting– along at a good pace. She kept herself in shape and often ran long distances at the gym or in the park. This wasn’t much different except that she was pulling Annabelle behind her in a cart... and of course, she was naked.
She could see the highway up ahead and again, fear and sexual excitement filled her. She could see traffic on the highway and they could probably see her. Then Annabelle pulled sharply on the right reins and turned onto a narrow tar-gravel road that Nicole hadn’t noticed before. The macadam road was in very good shape and the cart rolled even more smoothly. Soon Nicole was luxuriating in the wind blowing over her body as she entered what was known as a “runner’s high.”
She was almost unaware of where she actually was... until the loud sound of an automobile horn and Annabelle’s strong pull on the reins brought her to a halt on the side of the road. She could hear voices– male voices!– behind her.
One voice called out loudly, “Holy shit! A real, live, ponygirl.”
Nicole shuddered as a glow of shame spread heat over her body. Soon a different heat was glowing between her legs. She wanted to turn around and see who these men were, but the posture collar and blinders kept her facing straight ahead.
Another voice, slightly deeper, said, “I’d fuck that in the barn all night.”
Nicole groaned loudly. In response, Annabelle smacked her lightly on the ass and said sternly, “Behave yourself, cowgirl!”
A third voice asked, “May we look at her closer, Ma’am?”
Annabelle replied curtly, “Yes, you may look. But no touching. And no photographs.”
The sound of two car doors slamming caused Nicole to quiver in fear and excitement. Then they came into view. There were three of them. They all appeared to be in their early twenties. One of them, a thin young man with a very well-trimmed beard stepped forward and pointed to the small silver sleighbells hanging between Nicole’s breasts.
“Don’t those hurt?” he asked.
Nicole looked back at him with wide eyes. She tried to shrug and say, “A little,” but her tongue was unable to move properly with the bit in her mouth.
“Wow,” another said, “she has a bit in her mouth and everything.” Then he stepped forward and softly stroked Nicole’s left breast.
Nicole shuddered and let out a deep groan. Annabelle barked out sharply, “I said no touching!”
“But she needs touching,” the man with the deep voice said. He was taller than the other two and had a very muscular body. He stepped between his two friends and softly grabbed both breasts in his massive hands.
Nicole groaned even louder, shuddered heavily, and almost fell to the ground.
“See,” the thin man said, “she needs touching.”
“She needs even more than that,” the bass-voiced man said, “she needs fucking... and fucking hard.”
Nicole twisted in her belt as much as she could so that she could look at Annabelle. Her frantic face and her cries of “...ease ...ease ...ease” caused Annabelle to get out of the cart and join the three young men in front of Nicole.
“Please what?” Annabelle said. “Do you want these three young men to fuck you?”
Nicole felt herself burning with shame. But she was burning even more with need, so she neighed loudly and stamped her hoof three times.
“I guess she wants to be fucked,” Annabelle said. “But she stays in the traces and her tail stays in place.”
She then released the leather strip that held Nicole’s front hooves up in the air, unclipped the front two D-rings on the belt, and said sharply, “All four feet on the ground, cowgirl. These young men want to fuck you.”
Nicole groaned and shuddered as she put her front hooves on the ground. Then she shook her ass back and forth so that her tail would wag slightly.
“Who’s first?” Annabelle said and the deep voice answered, “That would be me.”
A few moments later the same voice said, “Are you sure this tail doesn’t come off? It’s going to get in the way.”
“She can’t raise it like a mare in heat,” Annabelle said with a laugh, “so I guess I’ll have to tie it up on her back. We have to do that sometimes with mares who don’t properly raise their tails when we mate them.”
Nicole felt something thin– probably a leather strip– being tied around her waist just above the heavy belt. A moment later she felt a slight tug as her tail was pulled up onto her back and tied to the thin strip.
Annabelle’s voice then said, “There you go, cowgirl. You look just like a mare in heat.”
In response, Nicole neighed loudly and shook her head up and down. All three young men laughed and the heat of shame Nicole was feeling became nearly enough to set her on fire.
Then she felt a soft hand rubbing her cunt. Her groan of “esss... esss... esss” was deep and throaty.
The young man had a little trouble lining things up... probably because it was awkward standing in the traces between Nicole and the front of the cart... but he slid in easily once he was on target. Nicole responded with a deep groan and pushed herself back against him. He quickly began thrusting, holding on to Nicole’s hips to drive himself hard into her very aching and needy cunt.
Nicole had no idea how long he continued to thrust. All she knew was that the fires were growing hotter and soon she would reach the top of orgasm mountain. He must have somehow sensed that she was ready because suddenly he made two or three really strong thrusts and then held tight against her as he spurted inside her.
It may or may not have been on purpose, but Nicole’s cries as she climaxed sounded very much like an excited horse’s neigh.
Nicole was still breathing very deeply when the second man entered her. While he was pumping, the thin man stood in front of her and squeezed her tits. Her cries when she climaxed this time were much more human-sounding. They were long, drawn-out, animal groans.
The thin young man was the last to enter her. She expected his prick to be thin like he was, but she didn’t expect it to be so long. Her eyes went wide the first time he touched her cervix. She was grunting loudly and slamming back against him with each thrust when she heard the deep voice right in front of her ask, “Is it OK if I try something? I’ve always wondered if it were possible and this is my chance to find out.”