Pony Tales: Stablemates

I hated the new pony. Hate hate hate.

Before she came, I was obviously Mistresses favourite. I'm the fastest and most graceful pony she owns, so it's natural she'd give me the most attention. Her other ponies accepted that a long time ago.

None of them are bitter about it. We're a herd, and I'm naturally the leader.

One of the perks of being the favourite was that I was usually the one picked for... "Post-Training Relief".

Ugh... Those moments when Mistress would unlock my belt...

... And let me bury my tongue between her thighs so I could show her how much I worship her... Adore her...

... And then... The feeling of her strap-on sliding between my folds...

The fact that she used me so often was undeniable proof that I was her favorite. Both as a pony and as a fucktoy.

Ugh... but then the new mare came in.

Ice Dragon. She might as well have been named Ice Bitch.

... Because she's such a fucking bitch.

All the ponies could see it from the start. Day one. She didn't come over to nuzzle and play with us. She didn't join us at feeding time. Always standing alone.

She's just... not part of the herd.

Despite that, Mistress just kept on giving her so much attention! It was insane! We had to use the... ugh... the auto-trainers while she was teaching Ice Dragon how to high step and... giving her "hands on" training.

Part of me understood the reason why, even if I hated to admit it.

She was good. She was really fucking good. She's fast and strong... and even pretty. All of which made me hate her more.

Maybe if she weren't so fast... if she weren't so pretty... Mistress wouldn't spend so much time with her. She's practically seducing Mistress.

Hmph. I knew that's why I wasn't being picked for "Post Training Relief" anymore. She was probably spending time with Ice Dragon while I was stuck squirming in my stupid belt.

I tried not to antagonize her... at least, not anywhere Mistress could see. But, I just couldn't hide my feelings from my owner.

"Firestorm" she told me "You're the leader, you need to be a good role model for the new girl. That means stop trying to one-up on the training yard. My ponies are a team."

That made me feel guilty. Being Mistresses' best pony was my life's goal. Still, did that really mean I have to actually be nice to that frigid bitch?

So... I admit that I didn't properly heed Mistresses' warning, which is what led to tonight's... predicament.

I was just in my stall doing what I normally do at night... Which is to say... squirming and shaking in abject need. That's what happens when I go this long without release. Mistress says we need our belts to stay focused on our training... but the night spent aching are agony.

The stall was cramped. Ponies don't need much space, after all. Just large enough to curl up and sleep.

Before bed, she changed us into our night-time bindings. Gone are the strict leather harnesses, replaced by a simple, comfortable pair of cuffs. Our larger day bits are replaced by smaller "sleep-gags".

I was about to close my eyes when the stall opened. My heart swelled when I saw who it was.

Mistress!

... And then it dropped just as quickly when I saw who was behind her. Mistress was leading Ice dragon behind her, stripped to her sleep bindings and, to my horror, free of her chastity belt.

Had she... had she just been using her?

No... That wasn't right... Ice Dragon's lower lips were red and puffy... and the way she was squirming betrayed a familiar desperation. She didn't look like a pony who'd gotten relief.

The mystery only deepened when Mistress made me rise and then... (excited) removed my belt too. For a moment, I forgot my rival was there and imagined she was about to use me.

Instead, she explained our new "living arrangement". She'd decided that, from now on, I was going to have a stablemate. Another pony who'd go to sleep in my stall. She knew it would be cramped, but had faith that we'd "appreciate" the new dynamic.

Were I not gagged, I would have protested. There were plenty of other pony stalls, why did I have to share one with her?

Then, before I'd even fully processed what was happening, she shoved Ice Dragon into MY stall... and locked the door for the night.

What. The. Fuck!?

For the first time ever, I had my cunt unlocked in my stall. I finally had a chance to masturbate... and at the exact same moment all of my privacy had been stripped away.

Ponygirls don't stay shy about sex for long, but that didn't mean I wanted that bitch to see me in a moment of animalistic need.

Ugh... It was so cruel. It was actually worse than being belted.

So, instead of getting off, I just had to kneel there... glaring at Ice Dragon's (mocking) perfect little face while she glared back at me.

And it was so cramped! Neither of us had our own space. We had to adopt a posture where we were both kneeling, legs spread. My leg between hers, and her leg between mine. We were basically sitting on each other's thighs.

Part of me wanted to throttle her. If only I had my hands free.

What if I leaned forward and bumped her with my head? Maybe I could pretend like it was an accident.

No... Fuck... She'd know. And it wasn't like she wouldn't have a chance to retaliate. We were both stuck with each other.

If I had one solace, it was that she looked as uncomfortable as I was. Not only was she stiff as a board... but after a while her glare broke down and she averted her gaze.

Was... was she getting embarrassed?

I looked closer. The way her cheeks were flushed... the subtle squirming of her hips... the feeling of heat and dampness against my thigh. Oh my god. She was totally getting wet.

Did that mean Mistress hadn't been picking her for "Post Workout Relief"? If she was this pent up, she couldn't have gotten off recently.

A bratty part of myself reveled in smug satisfaction.

Yet, the longer I watched her struggling with her arousal, the more another thought transfixed me.

She really was pretty...

I finally understood why Mistress gave her so much attention. There was something mesmerizing about the tone of her skin and about the way her small, firm bosom shook when she moved.

She was so sensual. Maybe even delicate, in a strange way. I was breathless.

Mmm...

I got lost in those thoughts... all so easy to think...

How could I stay upset when there was... this beautiful creature... so close to me... close enough to smell her arousal... feel her heat... hear her shallow panting...

... And without meaning to... I started to grind against her thigh, ever so slightly. My cunny hadn't had stimulation in so long... and there was something firm and smooth pressed so close...

I knew I shouldn't do it. Wouldn't this be showing weakness to my rival? Perhaps even submission?

But, then I felt a wetness against my own leg. The friction of motion. Ice Dragon was losing to her desperation too. Our glances kept meeting and shying away, mirroring each other with expressions of shame. Yet, neither of us could stop grinding.

I didn't care if she was a bitch. I was desperate and I needed to cum. And that meant using her body... only she could make me cum...

Fuck... Fuck... Her skin was so soft... and the feeling of it pressed against my clit was like... some kind of heaven... Fuck... So needy... Like a mare in heat... Couldn't stop myself...

Would have fucked anything... Would have fucked a hitching post...

... But this... this was better than a hitching post. Ugh... The way grinding against her body felt... Humping her... Rubbing against her...

Fuck... She was so good... So sexy...

I loved it all... I love how her body writhed... and I loved how her voice cried out... and I love how her beautiful face contorted with pleasure... and I loved the warmth of her body... and even the musk of her need...

Her need...

It was driving me crazy... Driving me... Driving me... Driving me onward, just as Mistresses' whip drives me.

I'm a pony. I obey. I'm a pony. I obey.

Had to feel her... Had to feel her...

I needed to hump her and press against her and smell her and taste her...

Ahh... Ah...

Needed more... Needed more...

Ugh... I realized that... that... my whole body was pressed against hers. My hardened nipples felt so good against her chest... and uh... I could feel hers too... she was also... Also doing the same...

Ahh... Ahh...

Just a pony... Just a pony in heat...

Heat... Heat... The heat between her thighs was like a fire... burning against me...

Our faces got closer and closer... So close we could almost kiss each other...

Fuck... I wanted to kiss her... I wanted our tongues to dance like our bodies were...

But... No... No... The bits... The bits were in the way... We couldn't kiss... With the bits in the way...

So instead we... we... just pressed them together... kissing with our bits... as animals... kissing as animals who couldn't help ourselves...

Fuck... Fuck...

It was too much... It was just too much... I couldn't help it... So hot... Fire and Ice... Burning...

I...

I... Came...

I came against Ice Dragon... my hated rival. And she... she came too. She cried out as she tipped over. I even... even felt her body shudder.

And when it was over...

Ugh... we were still pressed together in our tiny stall. Panting and gasping in unison as we recovered from the powerful orgasms extracted from the body of the other.

The reminders of what we'd done were everywhere. It lingered in the air as a scent we couldn't escape... and in the dampness of each other's thighs...

But, most of all, it was in our eyes. When I tried to make sense of it all, I looked into her eyes and saw something that made me blush.

Hehe... It was... Awkward...

And the thing was... there was no escape... We were stuck here the entire night...

It would be a lie to say... to say that it only happened once. We were both still... still very very horny ponies... and every time she tried to reposition herself, it caressed my clit.

And every time I tried to clear my head... I wafted in more of her pheromones... and found myself humping her... And whenever I started humping her she would hump me. And... And...

I don't know how many times we fucked each other. What I know is... we eventually fell asleep exhausted... worn out from the pleasure.

The following morning, Mistress found us leaning into each other's necks. Fuck. The smirk on her face made me so embarrassed I wanted to die.

So did the curious expressions on the faces of the other ponies when they saw Ice Dragon and I led out... The proof of our activities the night before was evident on our bodies.

And then there were the looks Ice Dragon kept giving me. She kept staring at me, hardly blinking. I couldn't read her face at all.

Mistress was extra rough with us in the showers, scrubbing us down before putting us back in harness. I paled when she brought out my chastity belt, but didn't resist. Part of me was glad to be back in its steel grip.

I wanted a moment to myself to just... grapple with what I'd done the previous night. But, I was thrown for a loop immediately by a change in our training routine.

For the first time ever, there was a chariot in the yard. It had a seat at the back for a rider, which would be pulled by two ponygirls hitched in tandem.

"I'm entering the Chariot Race this year..." Mistress explained, "... and I need to train my two best ponies to work in tandem. If you want to win, you'll have to move together, heed commands together..."

"... Even think together..."

"Which is why I can think of no better partners than... Firestorm and Ice Dragon!"