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Ebony Pony Ranch: Trotting Along

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“Let's go out for a walk, shall we?” asks Ebony into Glephnir’s mind. The sleek, black as night and dark blue faceless anthropomorphic pony with her tight form fitting corset, breasts pushed outwards, as she looks down at the feral pony play bondage dragon. His soft mane shifts slightly as he bites into the pony bit that prevents him from vocally responding. His blue scales, glowing marks shine through as his forelegs, and hindlegs are held in tight pony bondage. His crotch tenses as the leather straps that hold his chastity in place, tighten at his arousal.

“You want to obey.”

“You want this.”

“Good pony.”

“Good Spirit,” Ebony’s domineering subtle voice whispers into Glephnir’s mind, under Ebony’s mental voice, under his own thoughts, pushing him along the path.

The feral pony dragon lifts his hind leg and gives one solid pony stomp for yes.

Glephnir feels pleasure rushing down his spine as Ebony runs her rubber hoof fingers across his face, “Good Spirit,” she says as she leads him out of the stall by having him back out of it slowly.

“She has such a nice voice,” Glephnir thinks as his booted paws clip clop across the stone ground.

“You’ll make an excellent cart pony,” says Ebony as she tugs on Glephnir’s pony harness.

“Good pony,” the voice whispers under Ebony’s command. Glephnir feels an enjoyable shiver running down his spine as he is guided forward. Other people in pony bondage stand in their stalls as smooth, faceless, female rubber anthropomorphic ponies, like Ebony take care and train them.

The warm light of day hits along Glephnir’s back as his eyes look over the sleek rubber pony, his huge massive feral dragon form, puts him at the height of a traditional horse, towering over many others in their bondage play. But despite his strength, when he looks at Ebony the soft whispers in the back of his mind continue to encourage him, “Good Pony.”

A shiver runs down Glephnir’s spine once again as he is pulled toward a spot in front of a large red barn which from the outside looks completely sealed up and perhaps guarded by other faceless ponies. Glephnir curiously looks at the barn but he is tugged forward to an open carriage.

“A relaxing trot through the ranch sounds lovely,” Ebony “says” into Glephnir’s mind. He is gently guided between the two shafts of an elegant black bodied, blue cushioned cart. The cart’s shafts are placed on either side of Glephnir’s body, his bound wings tug at their bondage as a cart harness is slipped onto his body.

The weight of the harness is felt through his wings, tightening the bondage around his body. The leather harness connects to the cart shafts as the weight of the front of the cart presses on either side of Glephnir’s body. As the straps are put into place, the weight of the dragon’s bondage ever increases. Then with soft clip clops, Ebony comes over to him, holding a thick leather bridle with blinders attached.

“To be a good pony you need the proper equipment,” Ebony says as she slides the equipment onto him as the soft hypnotic whispers caress his mind.

“Spirit loves his equipment.”

“Spirit wants to be a good pony.”

“Pony is a good pony.”

“Pony wants more equipment,” the voice bounces in the back of his mind as he looks up at Ebony’s featureless pony face as the leather is fastened around his head, forcing his focus straight onto the faceless pony, who is standing right in front of him.

Glephnir drools slightly as his cock twitches in chastity, a soft moan escapes his lips through his bit as his rump tenses, causing his member to twitch more, “This feels so good. I have to continue, more.” Glephnir thinks.

Ebony’s smooth rubber fingertips run across Glephnir’s face as she tightens the bridal, making sure it fits perfectly, “There we go. How does that feel? Does it feel good?” Ebony asks as a whisper tingles in the back of Glephnir’s mind.

“Say Yes,” the voice whispers.

“Yes…” Glephnir thinks as he raises a hind leg up and brings it down with one hard solid clop.

“That’s a good Spirit. I knew you’d like it. Now, let's take a tour of your new home,” says Ebony as she attaches some reigns to Glephnir’s bridle before giving them a soft tug, forcing Glephnir’s head up ever so slightly as she makes sure the connection is strong.

“Good Spirit.”

“You want to be Spirit.”

“Respond to Spirit.”

“Only Spirit,” the voices whisper into Glephnir’s mind. He breathes deeply through his nostrils, shaking his head a little, his long-furred mane waving in the process, as Ebony steps onto the cart. The cart creaks under the new weight, as Ebony takes her shaded seat, her body squeaking against the cushions.

Glephnir lets out a soft nicker, the bit in his mouth helps with his noise as a little bit of drool runs down his cheek. Pleasure surges through his mind, his leather straps grow even more taut as his male bits struggle against the chastity that keeps them in place. His growing sexual frustration adds to the lowering of himself. The mighty powerful dragon suddenly brought so low, and yet, part of him was relishing in the delight despite his struggles against it.

“Walk,” commands Ebony

“Obey.”

Glephnir pants as the command soothes his mind as he takes those first few fateful steps forward. The weight of the cart tugging against his harness, which reminds him of his current level of bondage. The wheels of the cart begin to turn as he walks ahead, away from the barn.

“Left” Ebony commands as Glephnir feels the tug of the reins on his bit, forcing his vision to the left and then the rest of his body. He felt nothing more than a puppet and Ebony was the puppet Mistress as the brown dirt road laid out in front of him. His hoofed feet felt bits of rock and uneven ground under each hoof.

Ahead of Glephnir he sees what feels like an endless dirt path, with the direct sides blind to him, thanks to the blinders, it was a simple goal for him to follow, go with what is in front of him. In the distance he could see the grass fields, other ponies in different level of bondage and training enjoying their time with trainers in this pony play ranch. The cool wind against his scales and rubber bondage felt rather nice, but as each step brought him closer to where his current goal was, the more focused he became, the less he could see what was directly in front of him, making the choice simple, as he had only one choice, what Ebony, his trainer let him see. Everything was left in her hoof fingered hands.

Suddenly in Glephnir’s mind there was a clucking sound. As if Ebony had a mouth and tongue and was making it click in his mind. As Glephnir tries to figure out what that means the answer is given under his thoughts making it appear as if he knew the answer all along and he simply remembered, “Faster.”

Glephnir moves a little faster, his rump and tail sways side to side with each pony step as he does his best to keep to a general pony form. And with each step, as he follows the commands of his Mistress a small shock of pleasure runs through his body. It arouses him further, causing his aching member to twitch and want to be free. But the pressure keeping it in check only further enhances the feeling of what is going on. A tightly bound pony, with simple thoughts and simple objects. Carefree, as things will be taken care of for him.

Glephnir looks ahead, feeling this relaxed sensation flood into his mind. His arousal grows, keeping him on edge, but it doesn’t distract from the command he is given, what order he follows as he moves across the large track that loops around the ranch.

Ebony lets out commands at the right times, and only when needed, to correct and control Glephnir for the next three hours as he pulls her along the path. Each step Glephnir takes he hears the clip clopping of his hooves against the ground, the crunch of rocks, the hoof prints of previous ponies that followed the path that he is taking.

The lack of needing to make choices felt weird at first, but with the passing of the minutes into hours, the lack of need to think about what he was doing became relaxing to enjoy. The thoughtlessness of it, helped the stress of his life fade away under the sounds of the repetitive mantra of his pony walk through the ranch.

“Obey.”

“Good ponies obey.”

“Ponies obey.”

“Thoughtless good ponies.”

“Obedient ponies.”

“Blissful ponies,” these thoughts seemed to echo out over the noise of the ranch. The soft squeaks, the crunch of rocks, they were whispers on the wind that seeped into his mind, lulling Glephnir deeper into the headspace of being a pony.

Suddenly with a crunch and a roll, Glephnir slips over one of the larger rocks. He tries to recover but finds himself unable to regain his balance as he crashes into the dirt road, dirtying his hoofs and scuffing them up as his muzzle slides relatively harmlessly against the rocks due his tough scales.

Glephnir lets out an annoyed growl as he slowly pushes himself back onto his feet. He looks back to see Ebony staring at him as he lets out a huff and is about to take another step when he hears a new command, “Stop!”

Glephnir stops in his tracks, standing back to his full height as he feels the cart behind him shake and wobble as Ebony steps out. Her own hooves crunch under the rocks as she approaches him with her perfect gait, “I am disappointed in you Spirit.”

“Bad pony.”

“Bad Spirit.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” the corruptive whispers say underlying Ebony’s words sends deep shivers down Glephnir’s mind. He feels his body sink as his bound arousal falters, a sudden withdrawal from the pressure between his legs, that throbbing ache that was driving him wild, was now driving him crazy that it was no longer there, even though it was only for a few brief moments.

Ebony’s hoofs crunch against the ground as she approaches, Glephnir remaining low as he feels a new weight pressing him down into a submissive state, “Ponies don’t growl. Ponies aren’t dragons. Ponies are ponies. You should only make pony noises, Spirit,” Ebony explains as she moves in front of him so all he can see are the shiny black rubber thighs.

“Not a dragon.”

“Spirit is a pony.”

“Only a pony.”

“Not a dragon.”

Glephnir shivers and keeps his head low as Ebony gently runs her hoofed fingers along his scaled head as the words subtly echo into his mind, “I’m… a pony… no dragon noises,” he thinks.

“Now Spirit. Will you be a good pony and only use proper pony noises? Nickers, neighs? Or do you need to be punished? One stomp for yes, I will be good. Two stomps to please punish me for being a bad pony,” says Ebony as she stands towering over him despite his larger size.

“Bad pony.”

“Bad ponies must be punished.”

“Spirit wants to be punished.”

“Punish spirit.”

“Two stomps,” the voices whisper into the back of Glephnir’s mind as he raises his hind leg. His body shivers as his member twitches again in a desire to be released as he gives one hard stomp, but then slowly begins to raise his leg again.

Ebony watches silently, arms across her breasts which jut out from her dark blue corset. She tilts her head as she notices the leg raising up again, shaking, twitching. The closer Glephnir gets to the second stomp, the higher his pleasure rises, edging him on to do what the voices he does not realize he is hearing say.

Glephnir looks up to Ebony, her smooth faceless look, her wonderful equine feminine features, that smooth naked crotch before him. With another heavy stomp he thinks, “I-I’ve been a bad pony.”

“Yes Spirit. You have been a very bad pony. And you will need to be punished. I am so glad you agree. Get up and continue the tour around the ranch. I will deal with your punishment when we get back,” she whispers into his mind.

“Spirit did the right thing.”

“Spirit wants to be punished.”

“Glephnir was a dragon.”

“Spirit is a pony.”

“You are a pony, Spirit,” the voices tease as Glephnir holds back a grunt and a growl, not wanting to mess up again as he stands back onto all four hooves, waiting patiently for Ebony to get back onto the cart. The return of the full weight of the cart on Glephnir’s sides and back encouraged the return of his aching arousal, the tug of the reigns against his bit now felt like a gentle caress along his aching bound member.

“Walk,” Ebony commands as Glephnir moves once again, the weight of the cart pulling back as he pulls it forward.

“I’m a good… pony,” Glephnir thinks as as he then hears the clicking noise in his mind, another command from Ebony.

“Faster.”

“Faster,” Glephnir thinks as he continues the path around the multi-acre ranch. The remainder of the path took approximately two hours. Glephnir sees the end of the path, the red barn where he began. His mind felt a soft delicate touch of his hours of mindless trotting. It’s strangely soothing to not have to think much at all. Ebony gave the commands, he simply followed.

Glephnir’s tail sways side to side with each trotting step, the leather straps shift and adjust as his arousal regains vigor as each step towards the barn was like a soft caressing tease along his cock head. Each step was another towards his punishment and the bliss he’d receive for it.

Glephnir did not question it, why would he? He wasn’t thinking at all during this. He was being led around, carted around with Ebony’s guiding hand. He pulls up in front of the barn, the two massive doors closed before him, but from his point of view, all he can see is now the doors.

“Stop,” Ebony commands as Glephnir feels a shiver run down his spine and he stops obediently just a few feet away from the doors. Glephnir lets out a soft huff as he feels the urge to turn his head to see Ebony stepping off the cart, but then a soft whisper in his mind stops him.

“Look ahead. Focus.”

Glephnir shivers and continues to stare forward, his body shifting in weight as he suddenly feels the soft rubber hoof fingers run across his side.

“Good Spirit. Stay,” Ebony commands as she walks past him and only into view after several steps. Ebony’s sleek black rubber ass reflects the world around her as she walks off to the side and completely out of view in front of the barn. Other ponies in training are heard all around him as trainers with faces speak out the pony commands. A pair of ponies in heavy leather bondage, every inch of their forms completely covered in a black latex bodysuit and leather pony play bondage as a white rubber faceless pony play trainer guides them along.

Still Glephnir waits as more time passes. The last command seeping into his mind, keeping his thoughts from wandering from what he must do, which felt so simple, so elegant, yet so powerful, wait.

Glephnir takes slow deep breaths, his legs twitch and feel the strain of being so heavily bound for so long, yet that was still nothing compared to what was between his legs. Still it felt so heavenly. He felt his strength and power held in check by the bondage that made him into the pony-dragon that he is

Suddenly Glephnir hears a set of pony hooves approach from either side of his body. The twin faceless black rubber female ponies begin to unharness him from the cart. The weight of his vehicle was a little bit of relief, yet part of him felt a longing for it to return, like a child and a security blanket. Then the barn doors opened, a sliver of light grew blinding him for just a moment as he left out a soft neigh.

When Glephnir’s vision returns to him he sees Ebony standing there with the blinding white light behind her, making it impossible for him to see what’s within the barn. Just to be able to see, Glephnir is forced to stare right at Ebony’s faceless pony muzzle.

Ebony holds out her hands and lets out another strong command into his mind, “Walk.”

“Walk.”

“Good Spirit.”

“Obey,” the words bounce around in his mind as his legs move without thought. He simply walks forward toward Ebony, the only thing he sees, the only thing he feels he needs to focus on. Ebony guides him into the barn, the white light surrounding around him, and only she and the blinders protect him from it.

“Stop, wait,” Ebony commands as soon as he is fully within the barn, the doors behind him close as the white lights dim to a manageable level. The pair is in large lab filled with multi-colored vats of rubber, and pony bondage gear hanging on the side of the walls as well as at least half a dozen faceless pony-play bondage ponies who are busily working. The only parts of them that are free are their hands which allow them to work. The rest of them are held in tight gear, corsets, and harnesses that truly show off the gloriousness of their bound freedom, and this is only what Glephnir could see thanks to the blinders still on his head.

“I was going to add two new levels of gear to you Spirit. But you were a bad pony. You’re only going to get most of one layer,” says Ebony in a disappointed tone.

The same withdrawal that Glephnir felt earlier is echoed here as other ponies outside of his view approach his body. Their hoofs clip clop on the sterile white tiled surface as Glephnir is about to look at who is approaching when Ebony lets out another stern command, “Easy.”

“Relax.”

“Obey.”

“Don’t look.”

The meaning of Ebony’s command so clear as his body relaxes further as his head which moved only an inch returns to a neutral position, “Stand,” Ebony commands.

“Don’t move.”

“Don’t look.”

“Remain still,” the voices whisper as Glephnir feels the new conviction to obey and do as he is told, his arousal resuming once again as the leather straps tug as his aching member is contained within the tight hold.

The rubber ponies take wet cloths and begin to clean Glephnir’s scales. The dirt and dust that he had accumulated over the day walk is steadily wiped away. The cool air teasing his body as he clearly feels what areas they have finished and what needed to be touched, yet he did nothing but stand there.

Glephnir stares directly at the simple faceless horse that is Ebony’s face. Drawn into it, he only tenses and lets out a soft nicker as the polishing rubs along his chastity, adding real stimulation to his bound-up member wanting so hard to be free, wanting so hard to be out and throbbing.

Glephnir’s boots are cleaned and polished, his mane shampooed and combed as he felt himself being pampered, and as it happened Glephnir couldn’t help but feel thoughts enter his mind, “This is punishment?”

Once his scales were cleaned, his hair combed, his body made pristine there was a soft hum of machinery, a gurgle of liquid rubber bubbling up as the vats are stirred and rubber hoses are lowered from the ceiling, yet all Glephnir can see is the vats stirring and Ebony before him, nothing else. The urge to look repressed by the hidden voices in his head.

“Stay still.”

“Do not look.”

“Obey.”

“Good Pony.”

“Good Spirit,” they whispered as Ebony remained silent. She held her hands up in perfect traditional pony stance, a dazzling example of a highly trained pony as the soothing warm flow of thick rubber with a consistency of a thick glue runs across his scales. Glephnir’s claws tried to tense in his hooves but the perfect bondage that held them in place made that impossible as it felt as if his body is slowly being dipped into a hot bath.

The slick rubber runs across his sides and scales, hiding his soft blue scales, the glowing stripes covered in a layer of rubber that runs down the back of his tail, enveloping his fur and scales in one go. The rubber rolls and clings to his body, not allowing a single drop to drip from his body as ponies rub and guide the rubber across his form.

Warm waves of pleasure rush down Glephnir’s spine and body. Every inch of his form that is covered by this thin squeezing rubber felt like Ebony’s caressing touch along his aching member. Soft neighs and nickers escape Glephnir’s mouth as his nostrils flare as he takes deep needing breathes, wanting even more of the rubber across his form.

“More,” the hidden voice whispers into his mind.

“More,” Glephnir thinks.

“More.”

“More.”

“Obey.”

“O...bey…”

“Reward.”

“Reward.”

“Obey,” the words echo out as he shifts his weight slightly from side to side as the rubber drips down his thighs, touching and merging with his pony hooves till they are a singular piece, indistinguishable from the rubber that is enveloping his body.

What’s more Glephnir feels the rubber defy gravity as it rolls and slides its way up, along and between his legs, running across his bulging chastity. The hot rubber causes a groan to escape his mouth.

“Bad Spirit. That will be another day delayed till you will get more,” Ebony states as Glephnir feels the need for the pleasure to return, despite the pleasure being there. The warmth that teases and eggs him on felt great, yet hollow as the rubber rolls across his chastity, squeezing and pressing it down.

Glephnir arches his back, the pleasure and pressure building as he lets out a neigh, and with that neigh the pleasure begins to slowly rise up and swell within him. He feels the urge to cum, to blow his load but he knows that is impossible.

“Better Spirit,” Ebony states as the pleasure builds more. The rubber between his legs pushes and presses down his chastity and the male bulge down further and further. One of the pony workers moves between his legs and caresses the bulge, helping the rubber along to push it down further and further.

As the bulge became smaller the rubber between his crotch grew ever more sensitive. The aching length was still clearly felt but as the ponies rubbed the rubber down to nothing more than a smooth null crotch, his body twitches and aches in delight at the simple cool air caressing his crotch, as any sign of his masculinity is now smoothed away.

The flood of the rubber continues though as it connects and merges with the rubber that binds his wings. The sleek warm latex covers his chastity straps completely while letting other parts of the pony harness shine through, the rubber sliding underneath them, to not let a single inch of his scales and mane escape, till there is nothing but a smooth featureless rubber pony dragon base from the neck down.

The warm rubber around his neck where the rubber stops feels like a choker that teases him to want it to finish, to continue. In his mind Glephnir feels the warm embrace of the rubber, adding to the fires of his lust while at the same time cooling the lust for control and ambitions to do anything but listen to the pony that is standing before him. To do anything but listen to his trainer, Ebony.

“Now do you see Spirit? Why this is a punishment?”

As the rubber no longer moved around his body, the last drops long added, Glephnir raised his hind leg. The rubber creaked and squeaked, his body tingled with a new delight of pleasure and when he let that single stomp down he felt as if he did climax without even cuming. Glephnir lets out a soft neigh in delight as he closes his eyes to focus on the pleasure.

“That’s a good Spirit. I see that now you want what we have to give. Now you are eager to do as you are told. To train to become a perfect show pony for me.”

“Good Spirit.”

“Obey Ebony.”

“Good pony.”

“Obedient pony,” his mind is teased as he slowly opens his eyes as he hears the clip clop of Ebony’s hooves approach him. When he looks forward again, he sees Ebony’s faceless face staring right back at him.

“Back,” Ebony commands as slowly Glephnir backs up, the barn doors open, the white lights grow bright, blinding him from everything except Ebony’s perfect featureless face. The next thing Glephnir knew he was back outside, the cool air brushing against his clean rubber body, teasing him further as Ebony grips his head harness.

“Walk,” Ebony commands as Glephnir does as he is told. Ebony simply guides him forward, taking the appropriate turns as the pony stables come into view. Soon enough the protective walls of his stall surround him, the door behind closing with a soft click. His head is guided over the edge of the stall as the head harness and bridle are removed, leaving Glephnir with a sensation of being naked.

His tongue runs across his mouth as he adjusts and moves his jaw a little before Ebony’s fingertips run across Glephnir’s head. Soft tingles of pleasure seep from the points of contact and into Glephnir’s mind as he lets out a huff of air while leaning into the touch.

“Good Spirit. You’ve worked hard. Now you must eat.”

“Eat.”

“Obey.”

“Good Pony,” the voices whisper into Glephnir’s mind as a horse feeding bag is filled with feed and then wrapped around Glephnir’s muzzle. The oats, grains and other treats lay now at Glephnir’s lips as he slides his tongue out to reach for his hard-earned meal.

“But I am a dragon, I should have meat,” Glephnir thinks for a brief moment.

“Spirit is a pony.”

“You are a good pony.”

“Ponies eat pony food.”

“Glephnir is a dragon.”

“Spirit is a pony.”

“You are a pony, Spirit,” the voices worm their way into Glephnir’s mind, relaxing his thoughts once more as he steadily begins to mindless eat his horse feed. Ebony grabs a nearby brush and begins to brush Glephnir’s mane one last time, letting the relaxing sensation and the hypnotic words deep into Glephnir’s mind.

The comb tugs at Glephnir’s hair and like threads from a puppeteer tugging on his limbs, his mind becomes softer, open to the words that speak into his head, preparing him for the next step towards becoming a good pony-dragon. So, entranced does Glephnir become as he eats his food that he doesn’t even notice when Ebony stops combing his mane or when she leaves.

Glephnir remains relaxed with his new shiny rubber coated body, his pony hooves feel as close to him as they have ever been before. His crotch perfectly smoothed giving him the most feminine look yet that he has ever experienced. Only the light blue scales and horns give a glow of contentment, the last vestiges of his draconic nature visible to the outside world. Glephnir was now broken, but the next steps would shatter him completely, and when the pieces come together, Glephnir would be a memory, and he...she will be Spirit.