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Giddy Up Buffy	By : saladied Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 29593 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Tara’s farm, the next day
“So take it off then, Buffy,” Willow said, a mischievous smile on her face.
All three women stood in the middle of the stable, which showed clear signs of not having been used for many moons. The floor was still strewn with bits of hay and a few discarded oats. Only the old pony gear, refreshed and resized with the aid of a little magic, added a touch of impending majesty to the otherwise dull brick shelter.
“B-but I’ll be all... n-naked... a-and...” Utterly bewildered Buffy clasped her patterned satin robe close over her chest, all previous excitement wiped away by the redheads sudden request. Her hands all fidgety Buffy’s mind flashed back to the happy moments mere minutes ago.
Freshly showered and sparkly clean she’d emerged from the bathroom to find the two witches waiting. Thankfully Buffy had had the foresight to blow-dry her hair - she never liked not looking her best in front of her friends. After a feeble protest, the slayer got marched out of the main house. Remembering the events of the last day well - how could she forget, she still wore the collar around her neck - Buffy had decided to humor her friends. With each witch on either side, and quickly caught up in their bubbly enthusiasm, the slayer had let herself be led outside. She also got distracted by her friends' stylish outfits. On the way to the barn, Buffy hadn’t held back with her approval, telling her friends how good they looked. Nervous by the slight draft under her robe she’d kept on babbling, only stopping once their small party had been in the old building.
“Oh come on, don’t be shy,” the redhead encouraged, “We share a dorm room Buffy, so I’ve seen you naked loads of times.”
But Buffy was still uncertain. Looking pointedly at the blonde witch, she mumbled “B-but Tara hasn’t!” A faint blush danced across the slayer’s face.
“And?” The blonde witch answered casually.
“For goddess sake, it’s no different than in the showers after gym,” Willow said, adding a little firmness to her tone. “Look! There’s no-one around for miles so it’s not like anyone, apart from us, is going to see you.”
“B-but... naked?” Buffy asked, still not convinced.
“Will, she’s just wasting our time,” Tara said. With a huff, she dropped the bridle back down to the weathered old table, having picked it up out of anticipation. “Let’s just go and have some fun on our own.” Striking out at the slayer she said “Enjoy your mundane vanilla life Buffy... oh no, you won’t, will you?”
Nodding sharply Willow clasped Tara’s hand and together they turned their backs to the shocked slayer. Both were careful to only take slow, deliberate steps towards the half-open stable door, making each second stretch to its longest. This was the moment of decision.
“Wait!” Buffy shouted.
Yes! After a quick squeeze of the hands, the witches separated and turned around. Knowing their plan was close to fruition they gave the slayer knowing smiles.
“Yes?” Tara asked, feeling the baited hook being tugged a little.
“I... I...” Unable to move past her stammering, and not wanting to pass this chance up, Buffy reluctantly loosened her clammy hands from her robe. With the belt far away in the bathroom, the garment slid off her slim shoulders quickly, pooling around her flip flop clad feet. Stepping out of the shoes Buffy was left wearing only the slim leather collar to which she had become acclimated to overnight.
Blushing cutely Buffy clasped her hands over her sex, trying to cover her exposed delight of pink. This left her chest on full display. Buffy wasn't particularly impressively endowed, but her youthful breasts were perky and in the eyes of Willow and Tara absolutely perfect.
Willow and Tara licked her lips as they circled their unwitting prey. Naked Buffy was truly stunning, especially her firm white buttocks.
“There, there... That wasn’t so bad or was it?” Willow said perkily. The redhead loved how the slayer tried to cover herself up to little avail.
“Mmm, nice”, Tara added as she eyed the young naked woman up and down trying not to giggle as Buffy writhed awkwardly in front of them.
“H-how come you’re n-not all naked too?” Buffy asked, feeling self-consciousness being the only one without clothes.
“When was the last time you saw a pony trainer naked?” Tara said.
Motioning to herself and her girlfriend she added “We just thought we’d add a certain edge to it by dressing appropriately. You certainly seemed to like our outfits just minutes ago. Or was that a lie?” Tara asked, steel in her voice.
‘Shit! Why was it so difficult to link with Tara? Don’t screw this up Buffy!’ “N-no... You look nice... both of you... really nice...”
“So you ready?” Growing tired of Buffy’s babbling Willow decided to cut the slayer off. The redhead wiped her clammy hands on the sandy colored lycra jodhpurs which clung possessively to her lithe legs.
“I... er... y-yes... but... uh... t-this is like... normal... right?” Buffy choked out as her blush rosied the apples of her cheeks.
“Sure, we were doing something like this after being together for just over a month”, Tara lied.
The blond witch crossed back to the table in her knee high leather boots and picked up a pair of furry mittens handing one to her girlfriend.
Buffy felt really weird. Where was the costume? “W-what are th...”
“Shhh, girl”, Smiling softly Tara slipped the faux-fur material over her hand. “A pony needs to be groomed, right?”
Buffy furrowed her brow. “G-groomed... I... ooohhhhh” The slayer gasped in stunned surprise as she felt tender sweeps of delicate simulated mink danced across her body. The soft mitten running over her skin made her nerve endings tingle in ways they hadn’t done for a long, long time.
Willow soon joined the fun. “Enjoying it?” Her mittened hand circled down Buffy’s back until she smoothed over the petite blonde’s peachy ass.
“Mmmmm” Buffy purred as she drifted away on a tide of much needed pleasure, the rhythmic motions hypnotizing her needy soul.
“Are you?” The redhead watched as Buffy’s eyes flickered shut, the slayer surrendering to the soft warmth coursing over her svelte and supple frame.
“Y-yessssss”, the slayer sighed in muted joy.
“Good girl... very good girl”, Tara whispered as she dared to sweep the fur across Buffy’s sensitive nipples making her future pony wheeze in pleasure.
“You like being our ponygirl then?” Following their plan of action to the letter, Willow once again posed the all important question. It had been many late nights since their plot was hatched but now their hours of talking had come to fruition seeing the slayer’s resolve begin to liquefy in their hands.
‘Oh god, this feels so good.’ “Yesssss”
“Buffy, the ponygirl?” Tara purred lasciviously, her confidence growing ever stronger. Not just because of the relative ease of their lure, but being on home soil the witch could feel the magic in the air. In the place of her mother’s family Tara felt most comfortable, and with the spirits of the past still powering the aura of the farm, Tara could feel their strength. It was a warm fuzzy feeling which only increased every time her tongue curled into words of impending dominance.
“Yessss”, Buffy said with curling tones. She actually felt her pussy begin to throb and moisten a little. ‘I hope this doesn’t mean I’m a lesbian... because I’m so not.’
“Good girl... now sign this for us” ‘The huh... what? Oh yes, that’s the spot.’
“Mmm... huh?” Buffy had a hard time blinking her arousal away so she could glance at a piece of paper waving in Tara’s spare hand.
“This paper. It just says how you won’t sue us if you fall over and hurt your knee or something, the internet is full of horror stories about friends having some fun but as soon as one of them had a little accident their friendship went out the window once the ‘no-win, no-fee’ lawyers got involved”, Tara explained as the delicious course of the mittens continued their delicate assault.
“S-sue? I won’t sue over a scraped knee or something, slayer here remember”
“I won’t take that chance. All I have left in this world is my Mom’s farm and if something happened to you and we ended up in court then... there’s no way I’m losing it... it’s all I have left of my mother”, Tara said sadly, playing to Buffy’s emotions as she lead her further into the trap.
“B-but signing a... oh godddd”, Buffy felt like putty as Willow’s mitten flicked over her nipples, sending succulent waves of pleasure through her body.
“Do you want us to stop?” the redhead asked.
“N-noo... Y-yes... I-I’ll sssssiignnn”
Her signature, though a little wobbly, ran across the paper as Buffy nestled into the tingling sensations rampaging through her body. Lost in this sea of emotions her eyes barely scanned the small printed document but. For kinky stuff like this, she was willing to put her friend’s minds at ease. Finally, she’d be the center of their little group again. After all, being nice to Tara equaled a happy redhead. And she so didn’t want joy like this to stop. Uncaring of any consequences Buffy’s fingers dropped the pen. Buffy’s mind was in a whirl as Willow kept on touching her breasts. Her arms quivering at her sides, her body on full display, her nipples hard and pointy she moaned with pleasure, blissfully unaware of the legal specifications which would now rule her life.
“Lovely”, Tara said folding the paper up and putting it to one side. “Now let’s get you dressed”
“H-huh?” Buffy whined as the delicious feeling of the mittens dropped away leaving her damp sex aching for more. “B-but I...”
“Come along Buffy”, Willow smirked, “It’s not all pleasure being a ponygirl you know.” She and her girlfriend crossed over the stable pulling down a few items which hung from the chipped plaster walls. “You have to earn it now, Buffy”
“E-earn it... How?” Buffy felt more than a little adrift now the sensuous touches had stopped.
“Like any pony does”, Tara shrugged, “By performing well, now put your arms up... come on, arms up”
The slayer looked on a little dumbstruck as the witches collected a stretch of glistening material. Buffy fidgeted nervously as both stood before her. Tara, swimming in confidence and buoyed from the farm's family magic, tapped her toes and gave Buffy a blunt stare.
Tara motioned for Buffy to raise her arms. “Well?”
Still high from the previous excitement Buffy hesitated only for a moment before slowly raising her arms above her head. Once she had her hands up in the air she felt the blood rushing to her face.
“That’s better... Will, can you grab the other side while I get it in place”
Working together the two witches soon had the smooth cloth folded around Buffy’s middle.
“T-that’s... urp” Buffy squeaked as the drawstrings on the black latex corset pulled in tightly around her waist. Tara pulled the firm top edge up until it sat just under the slayer’s breasts making them seem slightly bigger.
“Mmmhh” Buffy gasped as Tara’s hands grazed her hardened nipples. Her breasts were still sensitive from the mitten treatment.
Making use of the slayer’s distraction Willow put a knee in Buffy’s back to get extra leverage as she yanked the strings.
“Jeeeesus”, Buffy wheezed. It felt like her lungs were being purged of air.
“Shhh girl” Satisfied with the cinching of Buffy’s waist Willow tied the corset off.
“B-but... uhhh... it’s...”
“Calm down, Buffy”, Tara said, wiping a few smears off the steel boned rubber.
Wanting to keep her truculent mare compliant Willow ran her hand through Buffy’s hair. “Now lean back against the table and lift your leg... hurry up”
Not used to wearing such a contraption Buffy felt a little light headed.
Willow and Tara shook their heads at such theatrics. For even though the corset was cinched tight Buffy’s waist had only shrunk to twenty-one inches, compared to the slayer’s normal twenty-three inches this wasn’t much.
“Tsk tsk”, Willow chided, “Don’t be such a baby”
Getting no sympathy for her plight Buffy sucked it up. With much huffing she shuffled over and heaved her butt on the flaking grains of the wooden table, pouting she tried to cover up her breasts with her arms but Tara just swatted them away. Hugging the slayer Willow soothed their pet’s frown away, Buffy relaxed again.
Not wanting to give Buffy any second thoughts Tara continued with the plan. Taking a wet cloth, she cleaned the slayer’s delicate feet from any gathered dirt before rubbing them dry. The blonde witch grinned as she heard Buffy’s giggles. Keeping a firm grip on the slayer’s left foot, she grabbed the previously hidden boots from under the table. “Now these boots are much like any other high heeled boots... except they have no heel”, Tara explained as she slipped the knee highs into place and began to buckle it up tightly.
“Huh? No heel? H-how does that... y-you know guys, this corset is kind of...” Buffy’s babbling ceased as Willow joined her lover and quickly fastened the right boot in place.
“It’s so you can put all your weight on the front of your foot, that’s why the sole is very thick around the toes and shaped like a hoof”, Willow grinned, “It’ll give you a nice prancing gait, it’ll make you look fabulous”
Finished with her task Willow stood up and looped her arm with Tara’s. The witches stepped back, thus allowing Buffy the place to get back on her feet.
“Up you get Buffy” the redhead cajoled.
Smiling shyly, Buffy put her feet down. She almost lost her balance at the steep angle. There really were no heels. Waving her arms she found she had to keep her weight on the balls of her feet. As she stood she was surprised at the amount of ankle support the boots provided.
At the witches urging Buffy took a tentative step forward, only for the potential ponygirl to gasp as a clang rang out.
“Try them out”, Tara said with a giggle. Watching she saw the shock emerge on Buffy’s face for each shaky step was accompanied by a metallic clip-clop sound.
“W-what the hell?” Shocked Buffy looked at Willow and Tara for an explanation.
“They have little horseshoes on the soles”, Willow said, “Well, not proper horseshoes of course, they’re just little semi circles of steel so you sound like a real pony”
“I... t-this is...” For the first time Buffy began to have an inkling what she was getting into. “I’m not sure...”
“You look perfect”, Tara said, “Now hold still girl” Looping her finger through the ring on Buffy’s collar and holding her in place Tara waited for her girlfriend. Giggling softly Willow lifted up the soft leather bridle with its glistening buckles, now magically resized and adjusted to perfectly fit a certain slayer.
Seeing the thing Buffy’s eyes opened wide. “W-wait... isn’t this...”
“What now, Buffy?” Tara said, losing a little of the patience she was so renowned for. “Just keep your head still so we can get this on you. Come on, you’re not going to bail on us now?” Tara’s face hardened.
Buffy shook her head. “N-no... B-but... It is normal... right?”
“Yes... now open wide”
“S-so how come I...”
Abruptly Tara let go of Buffy’s collar. “Willow, take her boots off. We’ll just go skinny dipping in the pond instead and leave Buffy alone so she can pussy out as usual”, Tara snorted reveling in her new found control of the young woman.
“No” Buffy snapped. She didn’t want to flake out as she had so many times in the past, she’d already lost Riley, she didn’t want to loose Willow and Tara too. And her tingling body told her a little flavor in her otherwise vanilla sex life might just be what she needed. “I... ok... but can we... gahk!”
As soon as Buffy gave her word of approval Tara forced the large rubber-coated steel bit between the slayer’s teeth. Pushing it deep into Buffy’s mouth the formidable thing wrenched her lips a good two inches apart. Holding the slayer’s head in place Tara passed the rest of straps to Willow, who fastened them tightly round the back of Buffy’s head. Further leather straps wrapped under Buffy’s chin and across her crown and were instantly buckled into place, the wide square blinkers on either side seriously hampering Buffy’s vision as she began to drool a bit.
“See, it’s so sexy. Don’t you think, baby?” Happy Willow toyed with the straps and flicked the little bells on either side of the bridle which tinkled delicately. With each shrill tone, Buffy grimaced in acute distaste.
‘Hang on... They think I’m sexy... Like this?’ Although shocked by the casual handling of herself, Buffy felt a little pleasure hearing her friends admiration.
“Absolutely, such a hot little ponygirl. For us”, Tara replied, “Now put your arms behind your back and clasp your hands... I’m waiting Buffy”
The slayer, with a head spinning with alien sensations she was unsure how to categorize, fell victim to the forceful syllables slipping from Tara’s lips. Almost without thinking Buffy shakily moved her limp arms behind her back. She barely even registered when she felt firm leather being slipped up her limbs, only the strain of another couple of buckles around her chest and shoulders shook her out of her stupor.
Seeing the need to calm her filly Willow kept her voice gentle and soothing. “Just keep still sweetie, it's an armbinder.” The redhead looked into Buffy’s shocked eyes and fibbed, “It’ll help you to keep your balance... sort of... plus they look so cute on you." Coming closer Willow whispered into Buffy's ear while winking at her lover, "You know that don’t you Buffy? Each step you take into this just makes you hotter... by the time we finish... god, you’ll be gorgeous”
“Hoohhhpp?” Though Buffy’s words were garbled by the thick bit in her mouth, her eyes sparkled at the promise of being the center of attention, a vision of sexual desire.
“Unngh” As each buckle along the armbinder tightened it made Buffy thrust her chest out more. Though her moment of praise was fast slipping for pain began to tickle in as her arms, from wrists to elbow, were pressed together.
“Hold on” Tara snatched a pair of reins from the stable wall and clipped them to either side of the bridle. Testing the fit she gave them a little tug of satisfaction. “Wow, doesn’t she look wonderful, Will?”
“Oh yes, just perfect. Well no times like the present, it’s time we started training our pony”
“Of course. Come along Buffy, let’s get you outside”, Tara smirked making little clicking sounds with her mouth.
“O-owiiiddee? U-uhhd I aawww naheee...” ‘Oh god, I-I’m all naked... wearing these things... and now outside? No way!’ The slayer set her feet firm and pulled back on the insistent tug of the leather reins.
“What?” Tara asked.
“I think she’s saying she’s all naked, she might have been under the impression that when we said ‘let’s get you dressed’ she thought we meant she’d be fully clothed, right Buff?”
“Uhhhuuiihhh” Buffy nodded emphatically. What had once been an everyday motion now felt strange due to the weighty harness fastened around her head.
“Well, a pony doesn’t wear clothes does it?” Tara grinned as she looked Buffy over. Despite Buffy’s feeble attempts to cross her legs, her untrimmed pussy - something to take care of later - was on full display. This and her thrust out breasts made the slayer a real vision of bound beauty. “Now come outside... I said now, girl”
In answer to Tara's command Buffy just shook her head. As she stepped back from Tara’s yanking of the reins, the metallic clip-clop of her hooved boots made her blush even worse. In the witch's eyes, she looked the epitome of a woman on the precipice of submission, and they couldn’t wait to give her a little push. Buffy's scarlet face only highlighted the shining bridle even more as laughter rang out through the dilapidated stable.
“Oh Buffy, you really are a naughty little horsie” Willow singsonged feeling her panties dampen watching the struggling whining slayer trying to resist. “Oh well, we did warn you”
“Ahh iihh... ow!” Feeling the sharp snap of a riding crop smack into her bare buttocks the slayer squealed in shock. Willow’s aim was square on as its tip - the keeper - slapped into Buffy’s sensitive sit-spots.
“Buffy, what trainer doesn’t have a crop to keep her filly in check? It’s just to help encourage you along as you’re probably a bit taken back by all this, but it’s for you own good. Now you know there’s no-one around for miles, we’re the only ones here so why are you being so naughty. Get outside!”
“Yes, don’t shy away now... no pun intended”, Tara enthused keeping a tight hold of the reins, twisting them round her fingers she picked up a crop of her own. She held it in front of Buffy’s wide eyes before raising an eyebrow, like she was daring the slayer to keep up her petulance.
Buffy drew in a narrow breath as the keeper on Tara’s riding crop touched her nipples. There was no strike involved, she merely placed the wide leather end onto the rigid teats of the slayer as if to show her what her disobedience would bring forth.
“Do you dare me?” Teasingly Tara flexed her fingers around the crop’s narrow shaft ready to let the keeper fly.
As Buffy grunted and wobbled in her sharply angled boots, she felt Willow’s crop sting her butt cheeks. She endured a couple more times before she reluctantly obeyed Tara’s pull on the reins and stumbled from the stable. Out she went, into the harsh morning light, the tinkling of the bells on her bridle accompanying each mortifying step.
“Walk on, girl”, Willow said trying to keep her broiling arousal at bay for she wasn’t expecting such a clitoral thrum with this blossoming display of dominance.
As the glorious rays of the sun swept over Buffy’s body, it made her shiver as it only solidified just how naked she was, how exposed her intimate areas were. Step by step, the metal clanging of her boots rang out, the sound ricocheting off the crumbling courtyard walls. On and on her hooves clomped on the concrete floor peppered with weeds, bird droppings and a long stick which had a length of cord crudely glued to one end.
Not yet used to her horrible new footwear Buffy had to continually realign her balance. Each clip-clop of her boots only made her cringe all the more as Tara lead her across the yard in a grand circle, allowing the slayer to work with her footing and cater for the pulling in her calves. She had to draw heavily on her slayer agility but with her arms bound behind her Buffy found that balance was no longer something she could take for granted as she moved unsteadily in her heavy boots.
“Listen Buffy, everything good is horrible at first. You have to force yourself past the first hurdle and then you can start to reap the delicious rewards”, Willow explained trying to offer any shards of comfort.
“Yes, once you get past that, and you've become used to the sensations, you won't do anything else again”, Tara added holding the reins firm. The witches wanted to keep the charade going a bit longer.
“Eeeeallliiii?” ‘Really?’ Buffy looked at them like they were mental.
“No, I just heard it on TV once. I thought it was a cool quote”, the blonde witch giggled accepting the tender kiss from her girlfriend. As their lips met, Tara pushed herself closer to Willow, her hand pressing against the damp front of the redheads jodhpurs making her gasp seductively. Their tongues slithered in a mating dance as Willow tried to get more contact, her pussy hummed and throbbed as each second slipped away.
Their brief moment of love was interrupted by a yank of the reins as Buffy tried to pull away and flee to the safety of the shadows of the stable.
“Woah there horsie,” Wanting to have her hands free Tara handed the reins to Willow who took a firm grip of the leather, “Do you think the armbinder will be enough? Should we use a little magic to make it stronger?”
“Sweetie, Buffy may be a slayer but she’s not Mighty Mouse. Come on Tar, Buffy’s been tied up loads of times before but it’s not like she could even break the cuffs or tear the ropes off, she always needed to be cut free or use a key. She’s strong but not freakishly so, the monoglove will hold her arms easily”
“Good” Tara turned back to the slayer, relieved to see their pet's forearms were still pressed harshly together behind her back. “Ok Buffy, training starts here and if we’re going to do it, to help unshackle you from your crappy excuse of a sex life, then we’re going to do it properly”
“Exactly” Willow casually swishing her crop around as if to give silent warning. “Now does a pony talk? No, it either whinnies or it neighs. Go on girl, give it a try”
“W-whaaa? Oiiggh uuo iihhdd... OWWWW!” Buffy felt the sharp lash of the crop snap into her right nipple.
“You bad pony!”, Tara crowed as her crop too burst into action, smacking into Buffy’s thighs twice in quick succession. “I can see how it's going to be. If you're going to be trained you need to be tamed first”
“OW... OW... OWWWW... hheeassshhee... OWWWW!!!!!”, Buffy begged as the keepers on either crop found targets on her ass, nipples and legs making her jump from leg to leg sending out the humiliating clanking of metal hooves to circle around them. With her arms immobile and her body completely open Buffy could do nothing but feel the tenderizing smacks of leather on her soft skin.
“Now, do you want to try again?” Tara asked as Willow held the slayer tight whilst the blonde witch pressed the tip of her crop to Buffy’s pussy, showing her what was to come. “Now, a pony only whinnies or neighs... right?”
“Ih….Ih…..uhhhiii”, Buffy mumbled into the wide bit stretched across her mouth, but as Tara’s crop drew back another meek sound slipped from her wide lips.
“What was that?” Willow asked teasingly.
“N-n-neiiighhhhh”, Buffy repeated as a fierce blush swept across her face.
“Good girl”, Tara praised pulling her crop away, “See? A bad pony gets punished... whereas a good pony gets praise and reward. Understand?”
Buffy stood still for a moment, sniffling and willing herself not to sob at the stinging pain sweeping through her body. The giggling of the witches didn’t help soothe the intense shame rattling through her frame which now bore red triangles peppered liberally on her sensitive spots.
“I said... Understand?” Tara once again pressed the keeper against Buffy’s pussy.
“N-n-neeiigghhh”, spluttered out Buffy as a solitary tear ran down her blushing cheeks.
“There, now you’re learning”, the blonde witch, seemingly finding new strength of character as she fed off the spiritual energy of her sanctum, unclipped the reins from the bridle and attached a long single rein to Buffy’s collar and fixing it tight.
“I know how stroppy you can get Buffy so this might be a bit grrrr for you, but we know what we’re doing and we want our pony to be the best one at the com...”
“Will”, snapped Tara cutting off her girlfriend, “Don’t want to ruin the surprise do we?”
“Oh... ooops”
“So let’s carry on... Will?” Tara put down the riding crop and picked up the long stick with the cord dangling from its tip. Horse trainers might call it a lunge whip.
“Yep” Willow opened up her laptop and placing it on an upturned barrel so she could check her notes on a proper regimen. “Now, first we need you to practice your gait... the form of walking movement. Now, Tara will hold your rein and you’ll circle round us, as you walk you need to raise your leg so your thigh is horizontal with your foot... I mean ‘hoof’... pointed to the floor. I want a nice ninety degree angle behind your knee, girl”
“Giddy up Buffy” Tara shouted. The blonde witch stood in the center of the courtyard by a tall steel pole concreted into the ground. She gave a pull to the single rein and moved the stick behind the slayer’s butt. With a simple flick of the wrist the meter long length of cord flicked against the already sore ass cheeks making Buffy stumbled forward a little.
Allowing Buffy a moment to get used to the weight of the new leather rein and the aching in her calves Tara paused before lashing the cord against Buffy’s unprotected rear again.
“You know Buffy, I’m not too good with this stick thing. I mean my aim might go... ’astray’ if you get my drift”, the blonde witch delicately tapped the thin whippy cord against Buffy’s pussy.
With angry eyes and fingers shaking in their leathery prison Buffy begrudgingly raised one leg high before stomping it down like a petulant child who wasn’t allowed an ice cream when all her friends were. She repeated the motion with the other leg. As each huffy stomp carried her round in a circle it only made her horseshoe attachments echo all the more. A piercing clink of steel on concrete sounding out over and over which only made the witches try to force their giggles away.
“Now Buffy, that’s not very graceful is it?” Tara sniggered as the metallic clip-clop went round her. “Smoother motion with your legs... that’s better... now move into a trot”
Buffy stumbled along biting in the thick rubber pressing into her teeth as each damnable jingle of the bells either side of her face only made her curse using words she didn’t even think she knew.
“Don’t slouch! Put your head up... straighter, arch your back and stick those titties out” Tara shuddered in joy, with each command spat towards the slayer she could feel her lower lips clenching until they threatened to devour her sopping panties.
“Come on girl, we said trot. Just jog a little, just think of a trot as an energetic gait”, Willow said. The redhead had moved to stand beside Buffy and followed her round, nudging the tip of her crop up and down the slayer’s sweaty body. With the blinkers on her bridle Buffy couldn’t see the wide smile of the redhead nor where the crop would strike next.
“Hmmmpphh... eeeeiii!” Buffy snorted as she tried to bite through the bit between her teeth, for her nipples had once again felt the angered sting of the keeper warming her firm teats.
The slayer squinted as she willed away her tears and began to jog a little which, even with her acute agility, was still tricky in these sharply angled hoof boots. For Buffy made a mental promise that, once this session was over, she would be packing up her bags and head back to Sunnydale. After giving Willow and Tara a piece of her mind. If this were the joys of kink then she would prefer her mundane vanilla ways of old.
“Now move into a canter... it’s like adding a little skip to your gait... that’s it girl... good pony”, Tara crowed as she lashed into Buffy’s pussy making the slayer squeak and curse under her garbled breath, but the aching in her tender intimacies would soon dampen as long as she behaved. Or so she believed.
Steeling herself Buffy broke into a little canter, quickly lifting her knees waist high and slamming down into the concrete.
“That’s it, now really get those legs moving so you get a nice bounce with your boobies”, Willow cooed. Each time she corrected Buffy, whether verbally or with a quick snap of the crop, she felt her undercarriage weep all the more. A small damp spot was starting to become visible on her jodhpurs.
“Now let me hear you Buffy!” Tara called out. The witch was well aware of her girlfriend’s arousal.
“N-neighhhh”
“Louder!”
“N-NEIIGGHHH!!!” Buffy shouted back. As she pranced around them, her hooves clanking deliciously, she found no joy at all. Everything seemed to be worse now she was in motion. The armbinder made her elbows rub together, her latex corset wrenched in tighter with each breath, thus making her bosom heave all the more. It was a terrible circle.
“Good pony... Will I... mmpphhh”, Tara started but was cut off by the lips of Willow who was so aroused she was almost feral in her desire.
“I want you baby... fuck me!” The redhead was popping the buttons of Tara’s crisp white shirt open and running her lips along the pulsepoints in her girlfriend’s neck.
“Stable... now”, Tara mumbled back as the redhead ran to the dilapidated brick outbuilding, her breasts slipping free from the shirt as she scampered off the stable where Buffy’s expensive satin robe still lay on the floor.
Tara grinned victoriously as she felt the breath hitch in her throat, her own panties were squelching. She couldn’t wait to be in her lover’s arms, she just had to do one thing first.
She tied the end of the long leather rein to the metal post in the center of the courtyard and skipped backwards to the stable, unbuttoning her crisp white shirt as she moved.
“Now Buffy, you keep practicing your gait... the walking thing with the high knees. Don’t forget we can hear your hooves so you better do what we say... or else”
And with that Tara slipped into the dank confines of the stables where her naked wet lover lay waiting for her.
Buffy bit into the rubber bit hoping for a little give. She flexed every muscle she had in her arms, but it was all in vain. With her ass, nipples and pussy stinging she paused for a moment. She fervently hoped this was the payoff, the so-called money shot to this disturbing foreplay. But as she stood there, focusing on the laughs and grunts from inside the stable she heard something else.
“Walk on, Buffy... I said walk!”
The slayer snorted and reluctantly lifted her heavy hooved boots once more, plonking them down with a mixture of anger and humiliation. And off she went, not knowing the clip-clops acted like a metronome for the two young lovers caught in the embrace of unbridled pleasure. The soft tinkling of the bells on Buffy’s harness only made the new ponygirl's embarrassment stab home even harder.
Round and round she went. The sun beating down hard, her calves aching from the constant prancing. At least her sit-spots lost some of the bite of the cropping, but time had no meaning here. Endless circles, pulling on the rein keeping her prisoner to this monotonous humiliation, but finally, like a slither of salvation, she saw the stable door open after what must have been over an hour.
Willow stumbled out on shaky knees, hay and dirt trapped in her hair, “W-wow”
“I-I know... I didn’t think it would be so... wow” Tara loosely buttoned up her shirt once more.
“Exactly... so this is what it’s going to be like... you and me...”
“I hope so. With a ponygirl... it’s like the ultimate aphrodisiac...Willow”, Tara went serious face all of a sudden, “You know, I think we’ve crossed a line here. How can we possibly go back to our usual life now we know what mind blowing sex we can have after playing with our ponygirl?”
“I’m totally with you... having her clomping around in the background... it was so awesome. Knowing that she was ours... ours to control, ours to dominate... our pet”, Willow said trying to steady her breathing.
“I know, is it me or each time we control, humiliate and punish Buffy it makes me all... well…”
“Unbelievably horny?” the redhead said with a jaunty cock of the head.
“Hell yeah, I don’t think the post slaying ‘hungry and horny’ thing Faith told us could ever match up to this”, Tara grinned as her whole body tingled in a post coital afterglow she never thought possible. “I don’t think we can turn back now. I think we’ve gone too far in our plan that…”
“Baby, if this is what the sex is like after owning Buffy... then I say we go through with it, all the way”
“I love you so much, Will”
“Love you too baby”
This was it now. Accepting the firm nod from Willow Tara said “Let’s do it”
The two witches came over to Buffy, their words not picked up by Buffy as the constant humiliating jingling of the bells on her bridle had drowned out their whispered chatter before she could absorb their true meaning.
“Buffy... halt”, Tara said.
Relieved the slayer came to juddering stop, her calf muscles now burning, making her wish she hadn’t skipped so many training sessions with Giles.
“Come along girl”, Willow cooed untying the rein from the pole and making a clicking sound with her tongue as Tara carefully picked up her jacket which had been lying on top of one of the many upturned barrels scattered across the courtyard.
Buffy glared at her best friend with ill-defined rage but was glad to get out of the sun and ease her aching legs and so trudged after the redhead into the stable where the rein was lashed to one of the supporting beams giving her only four feet of slack. But now it was over Buffy would give them a severe tongue lashing.
“Now Buffy, we’ll come clean with you. You’re progress is ok but there’s a lot of room for improvement which is why we’re going to implement a much more strict training regime”
“W-wuuhh... eh ieeghh”, the slayer’s eyes snapped open. Buffy couldn’t believe what she heard.
“Aww, doesn’t she sound like a dumb animal already?”
“She does.”, Willow agreed blithely, “Anyway, let’s not beat about the bush... you should’ve read that contract before you signed it Buffy. Now don’t give me that look. It was a legally binding contract.”, Willow grinned, “It’s a contract which legally binds you to us, like a power of attorney kind of thing. So until Tara and I graduate you are to continue as our ponygirl”
Buffy said nothing, she just stared on in shock. If her mouth could’ve dropped open it would’ve.
“It’s all perfectly legit”, Tara continued with a smile that could entice angels into sin. “So it’s all resolute, and it’s not like anyone can revoke the contract. I mean, who would you talk to? Who would believe you that shy Tara and sweet little Willow would enslave you”
“S-saahhvv?”
“Yes, slave”, Willow chuckled as she picked up the contract reading it aloud, “I, Buffy Summers, being of sound mind and body... blah, blah, blah... I won’t bore you with all the details but it gives us the power to make all the decisions of your daily routine as well as all your financial affairs...”
“Well to be honest we’ve already been using your credit card, how else do you think we could afford the armbinder and collar, as well as the gas money to get here”, Tara confessed cheekily.
“W-whhhaap?”
“So I think you get the picture... but you signed it. You Buffy are our ponygirl... for keeps. Or until we say otherwise”
“W-wwuuhh eh iee... OW!”, Buffy cried out as her sore nipples once more felt the bite of the crop.
“Now we told you Buffy. Pony’s don’t talk, they only neigh or whinnie”, Willow grinned spinning the riding crop around in her fingers like she was auditioning to be a majorette.
“And in case you think of trying to run or anything else we’ve added a little insurance”, Tara said opening up her jacket to show the blinking red light of a camcorder.
“W-w-w-w... uh...”, Buffy cringed as she felt her blush increase to inferno level. Her head spinning at the revelations spilling from the witches lips.
“Yes, we’ve been recording the whole thing. That’s why we used a long rein so we’d keep mostly off camera and only show us from the chest down. But there’s nothing hiding what you are. Just think, we can show this video everywhere and then you try and hold your head up in public again”
“And don’t even bother to try and destroy the camera as we’ve put a little protection spell on it. You could drop a ton of bricks on it and it’d be fine, the same with the contract. It’s set in stone and there’s nothing you can do about it... except... be our ponygirl”
“Iieggh... uugghhh... ow..ow..OWWW!” Buffy squealed in outraged protest as the two witches snapped their crops forward, one keeper striking nipples whilst Tara’s lashed into the slayer’s messy little pussy.
“What did we say about talking you little slut?” Tara lost her patience as she once more sunk into her dominant role with an ease which took her by surprise.
Buffy jumped from foot to foot, her hooves clanging out as she whimpered and sobbed into the wide rubber bit. She was so easily duped, so easily caught in their web and now she was helpless. So far from the safety of home, so far out of reach of her remaining friends, and now legally bound to the two witches who cackled wildly as their accurate strikes thwacked into the reddening skin over and over until Buffy was a quivering, weeping wreck.
Buffy’s teeth clamped down on the bit as the bells on her bridle sang out annoyingly, a thousand curse words parading along her tongue as she winced but being so exposed she couldn’t shy away from the barrage of stinging swats.
“I think that’s enough for now, Tar”, Willow said seeing that their words were now starting to sink in.
“Yeah, I’m feeling in the need of a shower. Care to join me baby?”
“Oh god yes”, Willow breathed back lustily as their joint arousal had been sparked once more by their dominance over the slayer.
“But first”, Tara held the bridle firm and pulled a small circular bolt from the middle of the rubber-covered steel bit between Buffy’s teeth and slipped a straw into it until it tickled the back of the slayer’s throat. “We thought you might be a bit thirsty after all that cantering and stuff”
“Hang on”, Willow said as she opened a bottle of water and held it up before quickly pulling it away from the parched slayer and looking around the stable, “Ah, that’s perfect”
The redhead picked up an old wooden bucket and blew the cobwebs off it before emptying the bottle of water into the decaying vassal. She placed it on the floor before taking the hand of her lover who hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off her face for hours now.
“Drink up girl, you’ve deserved some water. Well, we’ll leave you here to think about things, after all... where else would a pony live?”, Tara said casting her eyes around the old decrepit stable. “So enjoy your new home our little... hmmm, shall we give her a new pony name, Will?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Stardust? Velvet? Neely?”
“Why don’t we just stick with Buffy”, Willow smirked feeling her lady gutter begin to hum again in perfect rhapsody with her beloveds. “What better way to remind her of all that she lost”
“Good idea babe”, Tara said giving Willow a peck on the nose, “We’ll see you later, pony”
“Mmmpphh!” Buffy whined as she watched them leave. Despite all, the distraught slayer was still hoping this was all a game. That they were just playing.
“You can relax on the floor, take the weight off your feet... unless you want us to tie you so you’re standing on your hooves all day? Do you want that, Buffy?” Willow said condescendingly as she and her girlfriend stood by the stable door. “Do you?”
After a few moments of quiet the silence was broken by a soft jingling of the bells on Buffy’s harness as she shook her head from side to side.
“You should really give us a neigh if you want to rest”, Tara said as she teased her hand towards the crop making Buffy’s puffy eyes widen. She gulped down her bile as she gave the witches what they wanted to hear, no matter how many shards of self-esteem it would cost the slayer.
“N-n-neeeiiiighhhh”
“Good horsie. We even got you a nice blanket you can rest on” Tara pointed to the floor where Buffy’s expensive satin robe lay. “We made quite a mess on it, I don’t think any dry cleaner in the world is ever going to get those stains out”
Buffy stared down to see her soft pink robe covered in straw, dirt and sticky stains where her new trainers had exploded with pleasure.
“When we finish with you you’re going to be the best ponygirl in the state, bet you can’t wait until you get your tail”, Willow giggled as she escorted her girlfriend outside.
“A-ail?” choked out Buffy in panic.
“You can rest now. You’ll need all your strength tomorrow as that’s when the real training begins!”
As the stable door closed Buffy could hear the thick padlock clinking shut sealing her in the semi darkness of the stable for the small windows were caked in dust and cobwebs. She looked around the dank filthy concrete room and sunk to her knees, her body hurt so much Buffy just slumped to down still wreathed in her tight bondage.
Tears ran down her cheeks as she lay on the satin robe, the bitter cum of both Tara and Willow smearing over her face and body as their aromas filled her nostrils, almost as if the witches were scent marking their territory.
For Buffy was a girl who, in the passing of a single morning, had seen her world turn to ashes before her.
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