The Leprechaun's Ponygirl
(F/M, nonconsensual, pony, maledom, bondage, S&M)
Copyright©2000 by S.Mariesu. All rights reserved.
The last three parts posted here with permission from S. Mariesu and Freeberry.com.

Part Five: The Ponygirl Gets Her Tail

She heard his footsteps as he stepped up onto the wooden block, and fumbled with the handcuffs holding her arms aloft. Soon, her wrists were free. She groaned through her bit as her stiff muscles protested the change in position. She wanted to make a move to escape, but her arms wouldn't obey. "Damn, damn, damn!" she muttered silently, willing her sore muscles to respond.

But they never had the chance. Within seconds, he had locked her arms behind her using the clever wrist cuffs. The bells jingled gaily as he secured her wrists together and propelled her toward a coarse wooden table sitting outside her stall. From the corner of her eye, Vanessa saw a lone chain hanging over the table. With deliberate movements, he thrust her over the table and raised her bound wrists to the suspended chain, snapping her wrists securely to it. Laying prone on the table, with her wrists raised behind her, she was limited in movements. But she was determined to resist. This might be her only chance, she realized.

Using her hard horseshoes to her advantage, she kicked wildly, determined to place a well-aimed blow against her captor. Anticipating her intentions, he stepped neatly to one side and grabbed one of her kicking legs. With his strong arm, he pulled until it rested against the sturdy leg of the table. He secured it to the table leg using a ring imbedded in her horseshoe.

Satisfied with his progress, he backed up went to work on her other leg. Soon, both of Vanessa's legs were locked to the thick wooden legs holding up the table, and she kicked no more. As she lay prone on the table, her naked ass exposed and at his mercy, she moaned against the bit. Her legs were stretched impossibly wide, she dreaded what would come next.

"Now don't worry," he said. "You'll get used your tail in time." He walked over to a shelf and picked up a clear jar containing what appeared to be lubricant. The high collar bit into her shoulder as she struggled to turn her head to follow his movements. The table grew wet with her tears of frustration as he disappeared from her view.

Soon, she felt his strong fingers probe her anus, rubbing the lubricant into her crack and into her opening. She groaned in protest and struggled to close herself to his advances. He patted her on the rump and drew his hand away. She heard his footsteps in the straw as he walked to the shelf where he had placed the dreadful phallus earlier. His footsteps came closer as he walked to the head of the table and set the horsetail on the table next to her, just inches from her tear-stained face.

At so close a distance, it seemed more impossibly large than before, and she was sure it would split her in two. Whistling a happy tune, he reached for the jar of lubricant and returned to her backside, where he placed a gob of the slippery cream directly on her anus. She shut her eyes tight, refusing to look at the large thing that would soon invade her, but in the end it didn't matter.

She heard him pick it up from the table and position himself behind her once again. She tensed her body and struggled to move her legs closer together. Her horseshoes dug into her flesh as she tried frantically to close her legs.

She felt the hard object against her opening and screamed through the bit. All that came out was a muffled sigh of protest as he began his forward motion. At first, she was able to keep the phallus out by closing her muscles tight. But the art thief was strong, and she was tired. She groaned louder as it began to penetrate her.

"No!" she wanted to scream as it crept into her inch by inch. It was hard, unforgiving, and impossibly big. The horsehair tickled her ass cheeks as the phallus penetrated her body.

"Half-way there," the Irishman reported cheerfully. The comment offered little encouragement. Vanessa knew she would be split in two as her asshole was stretched wider and wider by her new adornment.

The Irishman patted her rump in encouragement but continued his forward motion. Inch by inch, the hard invader crept into her unwilling body. She moaned and bucked in protest, but he didn't let up.

"Done!" he announced at last. "Good girl." Vanessa sobbed, both in relief and in protest as he told her, "Now hold it in until I have you harnessed properly. We don't want to go through that again, do we?"

She heard him rustle in the box and come out with a long strip of leather. He threaded the horsetail through a well-placed hole in the thick band, and then fastened this new strap to the back of her waist harness. With expert motions, he then secured the opposing side of the leather band to her waist-harness, this time in the front. It was no longer a matter of holding the tail in, she realized. It would fill her backside until he determined otherwise. He grabbed a coarse brush off the shelf and began to comb her tail.

"Even though this is just your training harness, I still want you to look nice," he explained. "I need some things from the village, and I think it's time to show you off."

Continued