College Ponygirl

By Sarah

Chapter 1: Arrival

       Sarah sat in the back of her parents’ car as they drove down the rural highway towards a college that had accepted her, and given her a full ride scholarship.  She thought back on the letter she had gotten from a college up the road they were now driving on.  She hadn’t applied for it, but the school had heard of her, and sent her an acceptance letter.  In it, she had been offered a full scholarship, and a guaranteed job following her graduation.  Her parents were thrilled for her, and told her she wasn’t likely to get a better offer from the other schools she had applied to.  Sarah had sent back her reply, accepting the scholarship, and had been sent a package to be taken to her family doctor.  Sarah had gone thru the appointment a bit confused, but she figured if the school was paying the bills, she wouldn’t complain.  She did find some of the tests a bit confusing, but she figured the school was going to explain everything when she arrived.

       As the family car pulled into the driveway, Sarah peered around the grounds.  She found the school had large fields all around it, and she could see up the road a large building, and a larger barn on the side of the building.  She also could see other buildings around the main complex, but she couldn’t see what was inside them yet.  Her mother and father smiled as they reached the front entrance, and were greeted by a lady dressed in what was obviously a staff uniform. 

       “Hello, and welcome to Lilac Peak University.  I am Ms. Westgate, the freshman coordinator.  And you must be Sarah.  Welcome to our school dear.  You have been assigned to room 202, and your roommate, Emily, is waiting for you.  The other girls have already arrived, and are settling down in their dorms, with a few exceptions still.”

       “Hello Ms. Westgate.  I am happy to be here, and I wanted to say thank you for the full scholarship offer.  I hope I can live up to it.  If you’ll excuse me, I’ll carry my things up to my room, and meet Emily.  See you mom and dad.”

       Sarah carried her suitcase and a small collection of books up to the room, and opened the door, to find herself looking at a very pretty girl her own age.  Emily turned and smiled as she saw her roommate come in, and both girls gave each other a friendly hug.

       “Hi, my name is Sarah.  I am pleased to meet you, Emily.”

       “Hi Sarah, I am pleased to meet you, too.  Are you a bit surprised to get the scholarship?  I know I was.  I didn’t even know this school was here, let alone applied for it.”

       

       “Me, too.  I am a bit curious, but I didn’t want to ask too many questions, when they’re offering to pay for everything.  I just hope we both make it, and don’t disappoint our families.”

       Sarah and Emily unpacked their things into their closets and cabinets, and settled down onto Sarah’s bed, to watch some television.  The girls didn’t know it, but the television was putting out a hypnotic pattern subconsciously, making the girls begin to feel sleepy.  Emily and Sarah both flopped back onto the bed, as they drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2: Tack room        

Sarah awoke to find herself suspended naked by her wrists.  She looked around, confused.  Emily was hanging next to her, also suspended naked.  Before them was a table, with a pile of leather and metal on it.  As she took in her surroundings, Sarah found herself in a wooden room, lined with various pieces of what looked like harness and other items intended for a horse.  Sarah squirmed as she grew more nervous.

“Ah, it is about time you woke up.  Now that you are, we can get you ready for your new life.”

Sarah looked and saw Ms. Westgate standing at the table, sorting thru the leather items.  She picked up one, and approached Sarah with it.  Sarah squirmed as a purple corset was placed around her waist.  She wanted to ask what was going on, but before she could, Ms. Westgate took hold of the laces in the back, and pulled them tight, compressing Sarah’s waist.  Sarah let out a sigh as her waist was narrowed by the corset. 

Ms. Westgate returned to the table, and picked up another mass of leather straps, and approached Sarah again, this time targeting her head.  Sarah shook her head, but Ms. Westgate was used to this behavior, and simply grabbed a hold of Sarah’s head, and slipped the bridle on.  She took time to make sure all the straps were pulled tight, before returning to the table.  She smiled as she picked up her next item.

Sarah opened her mouth to scream as she was being dressed, but Ms. Westgate was too fast.  Sarah felt something being pushed into her mouth past her teeth.  She found herself biting onto a ball gag bit.  As Sarah tried to make some noise of protest, Ms. Westgate simply buckled it tightly to the bridle.  Sarah was definitely becoming scared now.  Emily was still out, and Sarah was helpless to stop Ms. Westgate, or to warn Emily.

Ms. Westgate picked up her next item of tack, and held it up before Sarah’s face, to see her reaction.  She smiled as she saw the abject fear and panic in Sarah’s face, and smiled as she kneeled down and unlocked the waist belt of the chastity device.  She always loved the look the new girls gave her, when they saw their belts, and the attachments built into them.

Sarah squirmed as she felt the cool metal of the waist belt being slipped around her narrowed waist.  She let out a startled squeal as the crotch piece was pulled up between her legs, and moaned as the 2 dildos were eased up her ass and pussy, stretching her and plugging her at the same time.  Sarah felt Ms. Westgate adjust the crotch and waist pieces for a moment, before she heard a CLICK.

Ms. Westgate smiled as she locked the chastity belt on Sarah.  Sarah had given her such a look of fear it was delightful for her to see.  But it was time to finish up Sarah’s transformation, before Emily woke up.  Ms. Westgate picked up a pair of boots, and returned to Sarah’s feet.  She took hold of one foot, and slipped the boot onto Sarah’s leg, zippering it closed, before wire tying it closed.  She did the same to the other foot, making sure the hooves wouldn’t come off without the wire cutters.

Ms. Westgate smiled as she picked up the tail assembly and went behind Sarah’s squirming body.  Sarah felt Ms. Westgate grab hold of her waist, and then she felt something being inserted into the top of the waist belt of the chastity belt.  When Ms. Westgate returned to her front, Sarah felt something tickling the back of her thighs, and knew she had been given a tail.  Ms. Westgate only had a few finishing touches left, and gathered them into her hands.

Sarah let out a squeal as Ms. Westgate pierced both her nipples and inserted a set of small bells into the holes.  She let out an even more desperate squeal as her inner nose was pierced, and a metal ring was inserted, just like a cow’s would have.  Sarah’s final humiliation was a black canvas bag being lowered over her head, and her body being lowered onto a padded dolly.  She felt Ms. Westgate force her to kneel down onto the pad, and felt a metal pole guided up her back, where it was connected to her corset and bridle.  Sarah felt her arms drawn up behind her back and slipped into a sleeve, rendering her hands useless.  Then she was left to kneel on the dais while Ms. Westgate prepared Emily.

Emily’s experience was the same as Sarah’s.  She awoke to the sight of her naked body dangling in the air, and a mass of straps on a table before her.  She saw Ms. Westgate standing there, smiling, and obviously waiting for her.  Emily tried to speak, or ask what was happening, but Ms. Westgate took the same time she had done with Sarah, and had Emily tacked up in her own purple tack in 30 minutes.  Emily soon was mounted on her own dais, hooded and totally helpless.  Both girls could only quiver and moan as they waited for their ordeal to end.

College Ponygirl

By Sarah

Chapter 3: The Stable

       Sarah and Emily squirmed on their padded dais platforms.  They had been hooded, gagged with ball bit gags, and had been dressed in outfits that could best be described by their inexperienced minds as horse costumes.  Both girls now shuttered and squirmed and moaned helplessly as they felt their platforms begin to move.  It was obvious to both girls now that they were helpless, and completely at the mercy of Ms. Westgate and the staff of the college.  As their platforms squeaked down the hallway, the girls couldn’t keep track of all the twists and turns.

       Finally, the carts stopped, and they were left on their daises again, only able to moan around the gags in their mouths.  Sarah suddenly found her hood removed, and found herself looking up at Ms. Westgate.  Sarah turned her head, and saw Emily, also bound and helpless on her own dais.  Both girls tried to moan at Ms. Westgate, who only smiled and waited for a moment before addressing her charges.

       “Welcome Sarah and Emily, to your new lives.  As you no doubt have figured out, Lilac Peak University is actually Lilac Peak Stables, in particular, we cater to a growing fetish known as Ponygirls.  And you, Sarah and Emily, are our newest converts.  Now, I know you probally have a lot of questions, but let me make one thing perfectly clear.  There is no going back to being humans any more.  Once you entered our campus, you became ours.  So forget about going back to regular life, girls.”

       Sarah and Emily both began squirming and tugging on their restraints, much to the delight of Ms. Westgate.  She always loved to see the new ponygirls fighting to their hearts content, only to finally come to the conclusion that they were trapped and helpless now.  Most put up a brief struggle, and then would occasionally rebel when something new was introduced.  Some however simply accepted it, and would only resist when they finally got up the nerve to try something.  The ponies Ms. Westgate treasured, however, were the overly eager ones.  These she would take time to break, and ensure they were totally broken.  Only then, if they still seemed eager, would she offer them something special.  Seeing Sarah and Emily struggling on their frames, told Ms. Westgate she was going to have some very fine ponygirls, when she was done with them.

       “Now ponies, in a moment I am going to take you off the frames, one at a time, and sit you in the chair over there.  You will sit there, until the timer runs out, thinking and observing your new state in life.  The chair has a built in toilet, so you don’t have to worry about holding anything in.  Now, I want you to look at each other, and see your sister.  If one of you fails, you both fail.  What one does, both pay for.  So be sure before you act, that you want the other to suffer the consequences if you mess up.”

       Ms. Westgate went to Emily’s dais first, and unclipped her from the pole.  Emily was nervously shaking as she was led to the chair, and forced to sit down upon it.  Sarah couldn’t see what happened, but she could hear some clicks as locks seemed to engage.  Sarah could only kneel helplessly as Emily was chaired.

       Ms. Westgate returned for Sarah a few moments later, ready for a fight.  Sarah looked up at Ms. Westgate, but then thought better of it, and bowed her head.  Ms. Westgate unlocked the clips holding Sarah on the dais, and led her to the other chair.  Sarah looked at it, and sat down, nervously.  She felt her arms and legs being molded into some recesses, and felt her head being supported by a rest.  Sarah watched as Ms. Westgate clipped her ankles, wrists, and back to the chair, and positioned a wand near her pussy.  Then she felt her bit being adjusted, and a set of reins connected.  Sarah’s headrest, as with Emily’s, was set at an angle so the victim had to keep her head up, or she would tug on the reins. 

       Ms. Westgate left the chair area, and smiled at the 2 seated ponygirl initiates.  She pressed a button, and smiled as she spoke to her new slaves.

       “Ponies, I have now armed each of your chairs.  If your head tugs on the reins, the wand over your pussies will zap you until you return your head to the rest.  Food and water will be fed to you thru your gags, and of course, you know your seats can be used as toilets.  I will see you when you get released.  So long for now, my new soon to be ponygirls.”

       Sarah watched as a panel rose before her, cutting off her view of the room she and Emily now shared.  In the panel, she could see herself in her new outfit, helplessly sitting on the chair.  On the top right corner of the chair, a clock lit up, displaying a time:  96:00:00.   Sarah did the math, and quickly realized it was counting down for 4 days.  She began to squirm in her chair, trying to break free, to no avail.  Emily likewise had seen her reflected self, and the clock, and realized the time she would be in the chair as well.  She also squirmed and strained, and tried to call out to be released, but she too had no success.

       

       As the girls settled into their chairs, Ms. Westgate was addressing the rest of the freshman girls who had been taken to their new lives in other parts of the stable building.  All of them soon had found themselves sitting in their chairs, contemplating their new existence.

Chapter 4: Release and Sleep

       Sarah and Emily had been in the cursed chairs for 4 days, and both girls were at their limits.  They had suffered the shocks on their pussies to keep them awake, and the humiliation of being forced to suck their meals thru a feeding funnel.  The first time they had been fed, the groom had simply turned a crank, forcing the mixture into their mouths, for them to swallow.  She hadn’t introduced herself, but she had introduced the 2 types of food the new ponygirls could expect.  One type was called Slop, a foul tasting brown mixture of their regular food, called Mash.  Both girls had been forced to taste the Slop, before the Mash was given to them, so they would know what it was like to be rewarded for their misbehavior.

       As the timer ran down, Sarah was the first to be released.  She weakly looked up, and saw the face of Ms. Westgate before her.  Sarah looked at her lips, and noticed them moving.  Her mind, however, was not really comprehending the words.

       “It is time for you to be released, if you agree to behave.  If you are willing to behave, we will take you out, and put you to bed on a proper mattress.  Then you will sleep for a few hours, before your training begins.”

       Sarah could only nod, and look broken, after the sleep depravation she had endured in the chair.  Ms. Westgate knew the look, and knew her charge was in no position to fight, so she took her time, and unstrapped the ponygirl from the chair.  She led her to a sleeping chamber, where she took her time in removing the hooves, the arm binder, and the tail from Sarah’s outfit.  She then helped Sarah to lie down on her belly, before slipping her arms and legs into a set of binders, and folding them together, effectively hog-tying the helpless slave girl.  A black hood was slipped over Sarah’s head, and she was allowed to fall asleep. 

       Emily had a little fight left in her, but the threat of another 4 days in the chair calmed Emily down quickly.  Ms. Westgate decided to let Emily off with a warning, and began her transition to sleeping position as well.  Emily didn’t fight any more when she saw Sarah already in her bindings, drifting off to sleep.  Emily was grateful to get her hooves off, and her tail detached.  She didn’t like it, but she had to accept it, for both their sakes.  She felt Ms. Westgate bend her onto her belly, and her body rested in the soft mattress.

       Before she left, however, Ms. Westgate slipped a vibrator between both girl’s legs, and turned it on.  She watched as both girls, despite their exhaustion, began to squirm in their restraints.  She smiled as she watched their wiggling, and gave a big grin as she watched the mattress under their bodies darken, as the girls squealed behind their gags as they came hard.  It was true, Ms. Westgate thought as she watched the helpless ponygirls squirm, every girl is a slut when she is bound up and helpless.

       Sarah bucked and squirmed as the vibrator teased her mercilessly to an orgasm, and another soon after.  All she could think of, was the image of her in the mirror in her tack, a new ponygirl.  Somewhere in her time on the chair, a new persona had developed, that of her ponygirl self. 

       Emily had a similar experience, as she bucked and moaned her orgasms out.  She had seen herself in the chair as well, and had seen her pony persona emerge, but she wanted to fight it, instead of embracing it.  Now both were fighting it out in her head, and Emily had to fight harder and harder to keep her pony self from taking over.  And she was loosing the battle every time she came in bondage or in her tack. 

       Both girls drifted off to sleep, to images of themselves in their tack, running around a field, happy as birds and as carefree as they had been when they were children growing up.  Ms. Westgate checked on the sleeping girls, and saw them both cumming buckets as their dreams took over their bodies.  She was going to have to thank the owners, for getting the telepathic links established, and figuring out how to make the persona takeover effortless.

College Ponygirl

By Sarah

Chapter 5: First Day Training

       Sarah and Emily had slept for a full day in their bindings, and were awoken at night by Ms. Westgate and her trainers.  The girls had spent the previous 4 days in sleep deprivation chairs, and had been forced to the point of exhaustion.  Their minds had been invaded by a new mind control program, and both girls had become reprogrammed to become ponygirls.  Now as Ms. Westgate watched, Sarah and Emily would begin their physical training that all ponygirls prided themselves on.

       Sarah was first to be released from the restrictive sleeping position.  Her legs and arms were removed from their binders, and her sleeping hood pulled off her head.  Sarah allowed the trainers to bend her legs back and slip on her hoof boots without protest.  She could feel them lacing the boots on tightly, making them part of her feet.  She next assumed an all 4’s position, and, after relieving herself, felt them begin buckling on her harness.  She felt the lubed dildo and anal plug being slipped into her holes, filling her and making her wiggle her hips in excitement.  The chastity belt was locked on over the plugs, sealing them within her.  Then she felt the leather harness being draped over her back, the straps pulled tightly around her chest and waist, and being secured behind her back.  The harness forced her breasts into some pre-cut holes, causing them to balloon up, and also appear to bounce, while still giving her the support she needed.  Her bridle was slipped onto her head next, and buckled tightly around her head, before she was lifted onto her feet, and had her arms forced into the arm binder, rendering her helpless.  The final additions of her tail to the rear of the chastity belt, and a ball bit gag into her mouth, completed Sarah’s tacking.

       Emily was next, and she went thru the same procedure.  Ms. Westgate decided to train the girls to be a matched pair, so their tack was the same, and she intended their routine to be the same.  She didn’t tell the girls this, because humans don’t talk to pony slaves.  Emily soon joined Sarah, standing side by side, it was almost impossible to tell the two apart.  The only way to do so was to look at their eyes, and the numbers on their collars.

       Sarah and Emily had their reins attached to their bridles, and like obedient ponies, they followed their trainers out of their stall, and into the main training compound.  The girls tried their best to look around, but their view was hampered by blinders, which forced them to only look forward, and by the constant crop smacks to their rears if they didn’t lift their feet to the proper height. 

The ponygirls were led into a branding room, and one by one, were bent over a padded rail, and felt the heat of the branding iron on their asses, marking them with the official logo of the stable:  a ponygirl on one leg prancing, within a horseshoe with the letters LPS beneath the ponygirl.  Sarah and Emily squealed as their brands were applied, each one wiggling their asses afterwards, much to the amusement of the trainers.  Once the brands had been allowed to heal for an hour, the girls were led off to the training room, to begin their physical programming.

Sarah and Emily, like all the other freshman ponygirls, had a lot to learn.  Their training began with learning how to move like proper ponygirls.  This would involve for them a month of treadmill training, just to get their gaits down to where they were programmed and natural.  Sarah and Emily were led into the treadmill room, and hitched to adjoining units.  The trainers took their time adjusting the position of the automated crops, making sure if they were needed, they would smack the offending ponygirl’s ass in just the right spot.

Once the preparations were done, a screen turned on in front of both girls, displaying a road.  The scenery was found to stimulate the motivation of the ponygirls to do their best, and it allowed them to experience the thrill of moving thru a country setting, without the risk of them bolting.  As the treadmill started, both Sarah and Emily felt the reins jiggle, and a crop smacked their rumps lightly.

Sarah and Emily began prancing, but the booth wouldn’t let them be sloppy.  A set of laser targets would track the ponygirl’s knees, and make sure she was lifting her knees to the proper height.  If she didn’t, her ass would be smacked with the crop.  A set of lights on the side of the display showed feedback to the ponygirl, to show her where her knees should be, if she got lost.  For each ponygirl, the training program never varied.  She would spend 15 minutes walking, trotting, and cantering, and 5 minutes resting.  When she was allowed to rest, a padded seat would rise up, and allow her to put her rump on it, till it was time to continue.  Food was delivered thru the ball bit gag, via a connecting hose, where mash would be pumped down every 8 hours.  Since ponygirls also had a strict diet, their wastes were handled every 12 hours, when a trainer would take them out of the booth, and allow them to take care of their bodily functions, before being bedded down for the night.  Sarah and Emily fell into the typical training pattern, and both ponygirls soon were prancing like proper ponies whenever they were taken anywhere.  It was a long 3 months for them, but their training in movement was completed, just like the other girls that had been taken by the ranch.

Chapter 6:  Carts and Racing

       About 4 months after their abduction into their ponygirl slavery, Sarah and Emily were prancing like proper ponygirls.  Their training had continued in the trotting booths, much to the delight of the trainers.  The trainers all had ponies for whom they felt an attachment to, and sometimes that attachment would compel them to make an offer for a ponygirl or 2 of their own, which of course would ensure their loyalty, and desire to work.  Sarah and Emily had Margret as their main trainer, and she loved to see her ponies as they trotted.  The sight of their matched wiggling rumps and swishing tails had her often times rubbing her pussy at night, picturing the sight as she rode in a cart behind them, occasionally flicking a whip at their rumps.  Deep down, she even sometimes imagined it was her who was in her own harness, having her rump smacked.

       Margret had a plan for her charges today.  She was going to start them in cart work, and she knew she was going to enjoy it.  She woke up the sleeping ponygirls, and dressed them in their tack as usual.  Then she took their reins, and marched them to a stable building they had not been to before.  Both girls were nervous, and twitched their rumps in anticipation, but Margret simply had to stroke their backs to calm them down.  She led her ponygirls into the cart storage building, and fastened Emily to a post, as she backed Sarah up between the shafts of a training cart. 

       Margret lifted the shafts up to Sarah’s waist belt, and clipped the cart to the belt.  Sarah pawed the ground with her hooves, nervously, as Emily was also fastened to the cart.  Margret then connected the driving reins to the ponygirl’s bits, picked up a driving whip, and seated herself in the seat of the cart, and smiled at the sight before her.  Her two ponygirls’ rumps were twitching in anticipation, and their tails were swaying.  Margret felt her pussy moisten seeing the sight before her, and smiled as she flicked the whip, lightly smacking both girl’s rumps, as she guided them out of the shed and onto the large practice track.

       Sarah and Emily followed the guiding reins and soon were pulling the cart with ease.  Margret would smack their rumps occasionally, to get them in time with each other, and to listen to their muffled whinnies of pain as the whip would scare them, but not injure them.  Margret loved to watch the ponies as they pulled the cart, and she especially loved these ponygirls before her.  She marveled as their legs pumped, their hoof boots clip clopped on the dirt track, and the way their tails billowed out behind them.  She guided them around the 3 mile track a few laps, becoming lost in her daydreams, imagining herself in harness, her own ass being smacked by a whip lightly.  She finally saw them becoming tired, and she guided them back into the cart room, where she unhitched them and let them get some water, before taking them back to their stalls to sleep.

       Margret simply had her ponygirls kneel down with their backs to the pole on their padded dais, clipped them down, and put the sleeping hood over their heads, and allowed them to drift off to sleep.  She gave them one more treat before she was going to leave.  She unlocked their chastity belts, and slipped in a vibrator to each of their pussies, before locking the chastity belts back on.  She smiled as her ponygirls squirmed and wiggled as they came from the stimulation, making a puddle a piece beneath them.  She smiled as she closed the door to their stall, but her smile dropped as she ran into the head trainer, 2 of her assistants, and Ms. Westgate.

       “Margret, we need to talk.”