Chapters A Report from the Farm Part 5
[LOG: Subject has been at our training farm for about 6.5 days and online for 7.5 days.]
Pony had a bad sleep. There were her normal good-pony dreams, either being put on display naked for a crowd of people in a green courtyard, applause ringing in her ears, or eating her food with the other ponies, or running in the fields outside her barn. But it always turned sour when she kept running, down the valley or up into the foothills, it didn’t matter which.
She would come over the crest of a hill, or around a bend, and find a small town by a river, one she knew by heart, full of people who knew her but she knew none of them. A woman who said she was her mother would wrap her arms around Pony, but whether or not Pony recognized her, she had no way to reciprocate that embrace, save a moan of feigned recognition, a polite lie. The woman would lead Pony to a small yellow house with a lush green lawn in the front that Pony would’ve loved to graze on, even though the woman instead always directs her inside the residence (strangely without her nipple reins), talking the whole way about things she hardly understands, using human words that Pony finds so hard now. In this scenario, the woman would finally give her some food, but it was all wrong. The woman would chastise her for not taking off her shoes. What shoes? Or for not sitting in the chair, even though Pony is forbidden from resting on anything but her sleeping saddle or fresh green grass. Or for bringing her mouth to the plate rather than using the strange metal objects next to it. Eating from the surface or sometimes from the woman’s outstretched hand, the food would taste nice but… off somehow. Too tough for her soft rubber teeth, too savoury, nothing like the nice, simple oatmeal with white stuff mixed in that Caretaker fed them in the trough.
Then, the woman would inevitably weep into her hands as Pony would moan, turn around, and present her ass for punishment like Caretaker trained her to when being yelled at. Pony thought the woman was mad at her, but then she was sad when Pony would try to apologize? Humans confused Pony so much. Their strange faces, strange behaviour, their strange front legs. Having those weird hooves that could do things would be so nice [HUMAN ENVY DISABLED], though Pony knew she was almost a perfect ponygirl now, and that was enough.
The dream was unsettling, scary even, but Pony knew what to do when she was afraid, too far from home, and even though it felt like she had dreamt this scenario hundreds of times, her actions never wavered. She would moan a goodbye to the distraught stranger, walk out of the kitchen, past the picture frames on the wall that were not of Owner, Caretaker, or her beautiful Five, out the open front door, back through the town with the kids pointing at her bare prettytits, back up over the hill or around the bend, and there Pony would find the farm and Owner right where they always were, waiting for her return.
Besides her obligations at home, Pony knew she couldn’t stay in the town long anyways, for it was going to be farther away soon, harder to walk to, and anyways; Pony didn’t belong there.
Caretaker is pulling this pony’s riding bra on, while another grabs some spare reins. Pony loves Caretaker, especially when there are more than one of Him, and is so excited to go running again! Running means being fit, running means cumming, and good ponies run, suck, and fuck forever! Pony moans and offers her prettytits closer so Caretaker can pull her rein-rings free from the constricting fabric. Ohhhh, His fingers! Pony thinks the Voice might have made her more sensitive again. When Pony thinks about this, she remembers that this pony has no opinion about what her Owner chooses to do with her, He knows best. Pony deserves what Owner bestows…
Come to think of it, the Voice hadn’t made many alterations to Pony these last few days, at least the kinds she could remember afterwards. And only twice yesterday did she find herself staring into space, unaware of what was happening, which was very nice. Knowing she is forgetting things is very scary, so Pony is so happy her good behaviour has paid off!
Pony finds it hard to keep her eyes off the attractive Caretaker’s denim behind as she is led by the reins out of her stable and out of the barn to her awaiting troupe in the glowing sun. Only three ponygirls stand together now. One and Two went away yesterday. Pony heard some loud whinnying moans, then a drill and then saw a tall wooden box wheeled out of each of their stables. Pony remembers those boxes from a while ago, but the memory is hard to place. Lots of padding makes it a tight fit, very stuffy, very disorienting. Pony knows how it feels to be in that box but not how she feels about the box, which seems to be her new normal. Unless she absolutely loves something, like Owner or Five, Pony has difficulty forming much of an opinion at all.
But Pony thinks those boxes mean leaving, so for that, Pony is scared, even though Owner has told her she will be here for at least two months longer, mostly for physical training. She will miss so much; the pond, the fucks from Caretaker most evenings, laying on the grass with Five, Owner’s voice. But Pony thinks that maybe, when she has a new Owner, she might not miss Owner anyways, because Owner will be her new Owner! Ugh. These kinds of thoughts hurt Pony’s head, like her tack and blinders are suddenly too tight, like the light in her eyes is too bright.
This pony’s reins are now clipped to— wait, is Five still Five if she is third in line? All these questions are much too tough for Pony, she will just keep saying Five. Well, Five moans and shuffles her hooves at this pony’s arrival, so this pony trots forward slightly and presses her clipped prettytits into Five’s fair, sunkissed back before replying the only way she can. “Pony is here, love.”
“Ohhhh.”
Sometimes Pony accidentally calls herself “I,” but “I” is not her name, and she is not a person, just an animal, a piece of property even, but definitely not a person. Not a person!!! When Pony thinks otherwise, the Voice yells at her and she dislikes that! But she loves Voice so she must deserve it. Pony deserves what Owner bestows, good or bad, nothing more.
Lost in thought, Pony suddenly feels the irresistible vibration on her clit begin, and all four ponies call out in unison, but that’s the signal to run, so Three leads this pony and the others off on one of the regular trails, up and over little hills in the grazing farmland, as each of these ponies moan loudly to the others.
“Speed up!”
“Slow down, my nipples hurt!”
“Pony is cumming!”
Of course, all these sound the same.
But to this pony, most vocalizations sound the same now, or they might as well for how little she can process any of it. Pony doesn’t understand Caretaker or Owner as much as she used to. They make human noises that this pony can’t understand, like what she used to experience with little bits missing here and there, but then it was just places and names, memories and facts about how she was improved. Now it’s all a garbled mess, but that’s where the Voice comes in. It’s always listening for her, it understands what Pony doesn’t, and then tells her what they want of her. Pony used to dislike the Voice, she remembers that much, but now she is very grateful to it. It’s making her better every day, improving her, and how else would she understand what the humans wanted her to do?
The incessant buzzing on her most sensitive areas takes this pony’s mind elsewhere… to when Caretaker fucks her like a good pony after the stable lights go out, and talks to her. His cock filling her, using her body like a good pony… like a good pony… like a good pony… Oh! A root in the path! Pony pulls her knees up higher. Pony can’t understand His noises any more, but He probably says such nice things about how good she is being for Him! Like… like… like a good pony… like a good pony…
This pony’s hooves continue to plow into the worn path, black rubber caked in dirt by the time all the ponies finish, but that’s ok; the pond will clean Pony, or else… Ponies must keep clean, or Caretaker will use the cold hose if these ponies haven’t washed themselves thoroughly enough. Pony dislikes the cold hose. Pony loves Caretaker, though! He must not mean to make her uncomfortable. That said, Pony deserves what Owner bestows, good or bad, nothing more.
Pony lays in the grass with the others after getting clean, after eating too; Five’s head resting on one of her prettytit pillows, one of Five’s fit legs pulled up over hers. She’s close, and Pony is very happy. This is how they cuddle after kissing, only figuring it out a few days ago or…was it longer? Pony feels like she has been here for a very long time, but it’s hard to tell… anyways, Pony had her first cum from just kissing yesterday!! Pony and Five were both very happy and surprised because ponies can’t unclip their cuntstraps without Caretaker’s front hooves, as much as they might want to. Neither of them quite made it to climax today, but they were both too tired from the galloping anyways, so just being together, feeling someone else against their skin in the warm sun is enough.
Pony kind of wishes she had a way to embrace Five, though. She wishes that they could sleep with their legs intertwined in a soft bed with a comfy blank— [RESET]
Pony looks down as far as her proud neck allows at the beautiful pony at her teat, pale shoulders rising and falling in an afternoon slumber. What was Pony just thinking? It doesn’t matter, she should really try and sleep too. Sleeping on the saddle at night is so hard. Pony trusts Owner, so it must be what’s best, but Pony just isn’t good enough at it yet without waking up dozens of times throughout the night. This pony must train harder so she meets Owner’s expectations! She must!
But try as she might, Pony can’t sleep. Not only has she lost track of time (the Voice probably made this pony blank at some point), so she isn’t sure when Caretaker will call them in, but there’s also a small part of Pony that is unsettled. It is hard for Pony to explain, as it almost makes her head hurt like big questions, but this pony almost feels… scared?
Every thought she has in her head is telling her that life here is normal, she is in the best place, but Pony gets these strange memories sometimes! Memories from before the box, some that hurt, some others that are nice. But if some are nice, why does the Voice take them anyways? Why does Pony feel like she is running out of time? Like laying in the grass with her best friend is somehow not what she should be doing with… with the last minutes of… something.
What is hidden in that time of her— [RESET]
[COMMENCE FINAL CLEANING]
Oh Voice, hello friend! It’s you again! “Final cleaning” sounds nice! Thank y—
[BIRTHDAY SET TO TIME OF WAKING AT ANYTHING CO PROCESSING CENTER]
Well that’s weird, why— yessir—
[DELETING ALL EXPLICIT MEMORIES FROM BEFORE BIRTH, 67.9% ALREADY DELETED IN TRAINING MODE, RETAIN BASE IMPLICIT SKILLSET NETWORK]
OW!! Pony’s head is hurting! Big words! Hurt! Voice, why—
[RANDOM DATA OVERWRITE TO FILL AND LOCK AWAY EXPLICIT LONG TERM MEMORY. OVERWRITE LOOP PHRASE: “PONYCUMRUNFUCK”]
…onycumrunfuckponycumrunfuckponycumrunfuckfuckfuckponycum—
[ELECTROCHEMICAL TRIGGER: EXTEND SHORT TERM MEMORY FROM 28 SECONDS TO 604800 SECONDS, CO-OPT UNUSED LONG-TERM MEMORY NETWORKS]
Pony can remember everything now, everything!! The walls have crumbled… they’re gone! But it’s fading so fast! Pony can remember her life before those men wandered into her bar after closing, before— Maker!! Before Maker! His name was— Pony wants— I want to go home! I want to escape! Give me my life back! My life! My mother! She’s all alone now! My home! My personhood! My life… before Pony was born. Wait… what is Pony thinking? It’s impossible to remember anything from before a pony is born. That makes no sense. It must have… it must have been… a dream.
[33%] …ycumrunfuckponycu…
A vivid dream…
[66%] …umrunfuckponycumr…
Fading fast… everything…
[100%] [ELECTROCHEMICAL TRIGGER: SOLIDIFY MEMORY NETWORKS, TRAINING MODE COMPLETE]
[WELCOME TO ANYTHING, PONY]
Pony awakens with a mysterious glow of pride and joy, before looking up at Five, who is now bolt upright, staring blankly at Pony as if something just happened, but Pony doesn’t understand what could have, and Five isn’t trying to tell her, just staring with her beautiful yet unintelligible face.
Happy to have gotten some sleep, Pony smiles, finally complete and at peace. Five smiles back. Pony can understand that much at least…