[TR] Allie Becomes a Ponygirl (Pixiv Fanbox)

The metal tag piercing the pony girl’s ear still ached. Like the stinging brands on her soft, pliant flesh, if scanned, it would identify her as “Trainee #4271D” from “Filly Herd #163-03.” Digging deeper into her file, one would learn that just two days prior she’d been Allie Parker, an Olympics-bound track star from Central City University. She was straight-A student, and in her free time she volunteered at a local homeless shelter to help the less fortunate. She was every measure a model citizen—all except one. Allie Parker was a filthy, sexual deviant.

She got a thrill out of stripping out of her clothes and prancing down running trails at night when they’d be mostly deserted. It was so freeing feeling the dirt beneath her bare feet and the cool night air against her skin. It wasn’t just the run that made her breath heavy and her heart beat faster, it was knowing that at any moment she could be caught! On several occasions she would barely manage to scurry off the path in the face of an oncoming runner. She would squat behind a tree, panting and dripping with sweat while watching the runner pass by, oblivious to her presence. Every time the excitement she felt would boil over and she’d recklessly finger herself to orgasm within minutes. After which she’d return to where she’d stashed her clothes, redress, and jog home to her exemplary life.

That was until the authorities caught her performing her dirty little deed. The law of the land was very strict on girls like her, and justice was swift. She’d only been held for a day before she was in front of a judge being sentenced. Allie had at first felt relief when he had declared that prison would not be a good fit for her. That relief melted away when he told her where she’d be going instead.

The judge decreed that she’d spend two years in the federal pet service. For better or for worse, she would not be made into a simple puppy girl. Instead, she would be trained as a pony girl, but not a common cart puller. With her athletic talent, she would have a “bright” future ahead of her running in races to amuse the citizenry. The corset on her waist made breathing a chore and the hoof heels on her feet made her feel as if she could fall at any moment. The arm binder made her feel even more off balance. The large uncomfortable plugs that filled both her lower holes were distracting by their mere presence. The fact that they could vibrate or release a terrible shock to reward or punish her at the whim of her sadistic, diminutive girl trainer, made things even worse.

How could she possibly run with so many obstacles imposed on her?

The bit between her teeth made her drool pathetically, but attached to the reins, it dragged her forward, forcing her to “trot fancy.” Trainee 4271D would run whether she felt she could or not. In the months to come, the trainer sternly promised that the little filly will break all of her old records—every, single, one.

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A pic for flydeath with the caption from TheBrentwoodSociety!

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