Chapters A Report from the Farm Part 2
The farmhand just told me that I wouldn’t be able to sleep on the ground anymore: apparently it isn’t “pony-like”, and I’d get my new tack and gear all scuffed up. What do you expect me to do, you piece of shit! I— [RESET] [MALE ATTRACTION +40%] [DEFAULT LIBIDO +150%] I… I hope he likes me, however I look now… I know it’s not much, but someone must enjoy this… I‘ll do what he says, maybe that will make him more attracted to me. Maybe… Maybe I could be his favorite? I want him so badly. It… looking at him makes the leather strap going between my legs even more of a tease than it already was. I am desperately trying to respond, but when I’m looking at him or any of the others I can only open my mouth in a lewd “O” shape and call out with these pathetic moans!
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.”
It’s hard to even read my desperation in them. Well… unless you think I’m desperate for one thing only… which I a—
Wait! This isn’t me!! No. I… ugh… I feel this heat in me for him… but I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t!! He’s one of them, and they improved me against my will!
Now he is telling his friend to come look at me, “the newbie”. I stamp my foot to show how pissed I am— [REPLACE GESTURE: RUBBING THIGHS TOGETHER] No! That’s not what I meant! Can’t they see by my face how much of a living hell all of this is for me? Damn it! They have no idea how much I HATE THIS!!! [ANGER -20%] Oh… now there are two of them looking at me. I don’t like this. I never liked it when Eduardo used to want me to [MEMORY ERASED: PROCESSING ALL CONNECTED] be his… arm candy? [EXHIBITIONISM +80%] What does that mean again? I don’t have arms anymore. [PROCESS FINISHED] I’m so confused. Wait, who is Eduardo again? Wait, is that the farmhand’s name? It must be…
I can’t believe myself, but I’m walking up to the waist-high stable walls so they can take a better look at me. “I know you can’t understand me, but doesn’t this corset look good on me, boys? I’ll moan louder and see if you understand me now. The way it pushes these tits up and over the top?”
That’s not…I didn’t mean that. My eyes look down at them, the two foreign objects on my chest. Even with my head held high as it is, if I look down over my collagen-filled lips puckered out into this degrading sucking gesture, I can clearly see the caramel-colored mounds jiggle slightly as one of the men pinches one of my pierced nipples. OW! [MAMMARY PLEASURE RECEPTORS +120%] Ugh yesss. I moan at them to do it again but they won’t. The other man puts two fingers in my defenseless mouth instead, and… wait what am I doing!? I have to esca— [SAFETY ENGAGED] [BITING FORBIDDEN] [ORAL PLEASURE RECEPTORS +300%] Oh my god, this is amazing! Why did I ever want to bite them? …bite them! …BITE THEM! That word… it used to mean something… never mind, I don’t care! Three fingers, please!
Soon they leave me, and when I start to replay the last several degrading minutes back in my head, where my lust seemed to just take over in a way I had never felt before, I have little time to mourn my self-respect before that damn Voice keeps on going with all these rules I have to follow. Corrections for next time, it says…
[COMMAND RECEIVED: SLEEP UPRIGHT - TRAINING BEGINS TONIGHT]
[STAND ON TIPTOES WHEN NOT WALKING/RUNNING/SLEEPING]
[KICKING FORBIDDEN]
[BODYCHECKING FORBIDDEN]
[MALICIOUS SPITTING FORBIDDEN]
[CONCEPT REMOVED: REBELLION THROUGH FORCE]
[SAFETY DISENGAGED: CORRECTIONS MADE]
[MAX SUBMISSIVENESS +150%]
[MANTRA EMBED: GOOD PONIES PRESENT BREASTS FOR PETTING]
[EAGERNESS LEVEL CORRECT, BEGGING -90%]
On and on and on. It feels like the Voice, my real jailor, not the farmhands, no… it’s learning… learning how I think… ugh… that many commands at once takes so much energy out of me. I feel like I just had ten rugs pulled out from under me. I feel like I can’t rely on my own head to tell me the truth anymore. No. I definitely can’t. But I can see what’s happening now, they’re obviously training me… turning me into something sick, perverted… and improving my body wasn’t enough…
I test my mouth, attempting to stimulate my sensitive tongue on these soft, bumpy rubber teeth they put in at the clinic. Nope. Absolutely nothing compared to those two fingers. Oh my… my knees buckle in the memory. It must be like tickling. Someone once told me you can’t tickle yourself. Maybe that’s it…
I try not to think about my missing arms, and all the things they can’t do in a medical waste bin. [RESET]
I test a smile, then open wide. These lips are way too big, and my face; it works, but not really. Grimacing or frowning is nigh impossible with whatever they did to it, but wait… why was I instinctively making that “please let me suck you off” face? Ok… no… why is not the correct question, I must know by now why they made me this way. But how? Is there some way to circumvent it? [CURIOSITY -20%]
One of those men are back, the second one. He is much less attractive than the other [FACE BLINDNESS ENABLED] guy… okay… I still know who this one is, but if he changes his work-clothes tomorrow, I’ll have no clue. Present your chest, Gabriela.
Wait, was that me, or the Voice?
He comes over to me, oh he is quite close now… he smells good… he has what looks like a brown spandex bra in his hands, of nearly the same color as the burnt amber leather they’ve already clad me in. I lift my arms so he can put it on me… oh, nothing happened… fuck… right… don’t cry… not now. It just goes over my empty shoulders easily. He has more trouble getting the tight fabric onto my heaving chest, the new garment adding to the slight support cup I can feel built into the top edge of the underbust. Who designed this damn uniform? Don’t they know that bit of leather hurts more than it helps? Once he is done, I look down as much as I can, and realize the massive compression garment has a deep, wide collar, showing off my cleavage for all to see. Of-fucking-course it does. I want to turn away, I want to shield my improved body, but the commands keep me there. Present your breasts for petting. Present your breasts for petting. Present your breasts for— NO! Present your— LEAVE ME ALO— [RESET]
He is looking at me strangely, but quickly gets back to work. Aren’t I being good for him? If I can guess what’s coming next, I’m thankful for any help managing these two monsters [REPLACE: PRETTY-TITS] [BODY IMAGE +30%] no matter how much it pushes them together. The farmhand works my pierced nipples out of devious slits in the tight fabric… ohhhh my godddd… his fingers feel… so… so goood…. and promptly strings reins through the rings that dangle from them, each teat now without even the little protection my prettytits have. Wait what are prettyt— OW! Hey!
A test tug on the reins tells me what happens if I dawdle: the pleasure from moments before is largely gone as the glorified dog leashes pull on my sensitive piercings. I look at his face, fully indecipherable to me now. Does he even care? Am I just an animal in his eyes? I moan at him, trying to ask, and all I get is a cold shoulder as he leads me out of my stable for the first time since I arrived.
The sharp pull of the leash is enough to keep me from trying to hold back. I feel like, ugh, I have this feeling that the Gabriela from before I was improved wouldn’t have given in so easily, but I can already tell… I’m not her…
Out into the hot sun we go, and for the first time, I’m almost thankful for the lack of clothes on, but I know this leather corset will be having me eating my words in a short while. We walk around the corner and, standing there in the grassy clearing, are the others from the stables… five other women [REPLACE: PONIES]. Wait… no… ok they’re ponies, who cares, but I’m still a pony, right?! No!! Can’t I still call myself a pony? I meant a pony! I’m… no! I’M NOT A PONY, I’M A PONY!! [ANGER -30%] [FEAR -40%] [CONTENTEDNESS +10%] [RESET]
…well I guess that answers my question. Im looking at the five ponies perfectly postured in the sunlight as the farmhand leads me toward the last one in line. Not all of them are hispanic like me, but looking at them answers some of the questions I’ve had about my own situation.
They are all on their tip toes in a dutiful line, reins tied to the corset back of the pony in front of them. I doubt they even see me approaching from the side, as we all wear blinders and are unable to turn our heads much, but some stir a bit when they hear two sets of feet [REPLACE: HOOVES] hooves approaching. I see from here that my new partners in captivity all have very well-developed leg muscles, and unnaturally curvy behinds, completely uncovered from the lower corset edge all the way down to the black coating on their hooves. When I’m in position and tied up to the fifth pony in formation, the rough man slaps me in the ass, and by that feeling I realize I’m halfway caught up to these ponygirls: They must have improved my behind like my prettytits.
This suddenly makes me very proud, and even as I feel the sting dissolve into pleasant warmth, I wonder why.
One other thing we all share apparently, regardless of ethnicity, is a long ponytail, though I obviously can’t reach to check if my own is as long as the others’. It sure wasn’t before all of this, but it’s definitely brushing my shoulders now. The redhead, sun-freckled pony in the leader position has the longest, and I wonder to myself if this marks the duration since their abduction [REPLACE: ARRIVAL] arrival. Looking down the back of my immediate forerunner, an Asian pony slightly shorter than me, I see the exact same outfit I wear, albeit scuffed slightly. It looks like she’s been here for a while. It looks like they’ve all been here for a while.
From the top, we have the bridle, affixed tightly to her head and under her jaw, with no horse’s bit I keep expecting around every corner – so tightly controlled by our minds, we must not need them? – then those damn blinders, and a small loop in the back for her hair to gather through and hang out of the way. Down her neck lie the same cruelly armless shoulders as mine, seamless, not even a scar visible on her skin, with shoulder straps from the tight corset resting on top. I can feel my own thick shoulder straps pressing my oversized breasts together even under the brown spandex sports-bra I’m wearing. The back of her corset is not tied with string or lace like more traditional outfits, no, it seems to be zippered closed, but for the life of me I can’t find the zipper itself! Not that I could reach it… perhaps it’s under her bra or long hair, or at least I hope it is. Sigh. I’m running out of hope here.
Lower down, the corset ends with a familiarly devilish strap, like the ones on our shoulders, running down between her large cheeks and presumably up the front. My own presses against my clit as we stand here, making me consciously aware of how erect it is, as just the act of walking over in this heat, led by such a stud, has me excited. The men gather together, maybe 9, 10 of them; one dressed a little better than the rest, his hair graying. He must be their boss [REPLACE: YOUR OWNER]. “Teach the new girl the ropes,” my Owner says and presses some sort of remote. All of a sudden a low hum starts in the strap…ah!… right… on… my clit!
Fuuck!
I start to try and block out the distrac— [VAGINAL STIMULI RECEPTORS +125%] I mean intense vibrations!!! And I can faintly hear the same buzzing noise coming from between the legs of the pony in front of me, and I assume on up the line. I bounce from hoof to hoof, this is too much! Oh god, how do we run with our bodies as modified and overstimulated as this? I don’t even have arms to counterbal— Oh! We are running now, and finally allowed to put our whole hooves down to do so. Number One is leading us on a quick jog, over the pasture beyond the barn itself. This is a good pace, as I’m trying to keep the slack off my nipples as much as possible, but I can already feel myself dragging after five minutes or so, especially with the vibrating strap digging into my pussy, as ragged exhalation escapes me with every breath.
Distracted by the tedium, I try and look off into the fields in this pastoral mountain valley. Wait. Oh my god… There’s no fence! Nothing trapping us! If I can just- [LEAVING PROPERTY IS ONLY ALLOWED WITH OWNER PERMISSION] I… No… I… OW! FUCK! I have to keep up! buzzzzz… I look at the five ponies in front of me, running as moans and heavy breaths escape them. If they are still here, after who-knows how long, what chance do I have at resisting such a rule? buzzzzz… I have the goddamn evidence of its effectiveness right in front of me, pulling on my prettytits! I mean… buzzzzz… even now, seconds later, I can’t even imagine the idea of running away without permission! And I… I have less than a week until I… buzzzz… until I forget my life before all this! It… it can’t be impossible. I must… buzzzz… I must do this! I can’t let them get me down! Why can’t I… buzzzzz… even… picture… leaving?? I’m… trying… so… h— [RESET].
Buzzzzzzzzzz.
I look to the black rubber soles hitting the ground in front of me and desperately try to keep up, my first orgasm building as Number Five screams out unintelligibly, in pure ecstasy.