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The Cult of Friendship: Bound to Serve

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Tossing and turning in Brian’s sleep was not an option. The sweet alluring smell of latex permeates all around him. His human body is tightly contained in the lewd black and cyan pony custom, making him look like an anthropomorphic pony from that famous show. Yet, despite being so tightly bound to the bed, it was one of the best sleeps he’s ever experienced in his life. Embraced so tightly, there was little to worry about, little squirming, even being in a place where he’s heard the rumors, read the stories, experienced how ‘eager’ these rubber ponies are in drawing people into their ranks. His first few hours the previous day here were rather pleasant. But now as he awakes, mind fresh, arousal lingering in the back of his mind, morning wood is one best way to describe his current state, but then something blows the waking fog from his mind, like a hurricane blowing through.

“Morning friend!” says a sweet high-pitched voice that sounds as sweet as honey.

Brian… no Legante, yes that is his pony name while here, mind booting up, “Huh? What?” he mutters, but all that comes out is muffled, he squeezes the gag in his mouth, the blinders on his muzzle makes it difficult to see who just spoke to him, all he sees is rubber latex and the lovely thin slit of a female.

“Oh, uh, I don’t think he can respond to you Stivale,” says a voice spoken softly, with hints of shyness.

“Sure he can, Cavalla he just needs a little loosening up,” says Stivale, as she pushes Cavalla off to the side, revealing to Legante the loving view of a purple pony with a delicious female slit, that makes Legante’s lustful addled mind not minding what he sees at all.

The pony’s hand gently caresses across his body, working to remove the constraints across his body, his member hard, aching, twitching the cock rings on him, keeping him hard all night through, not that it was needed at this moment. He sits up, his body still in a layer of bondage from the card game he played last night. He looks at the two pony girls, one yellow and purple, the other purple and yellow. The two contrast the other perfectly.

“How are you feeling? Did you sleep well? Hungry? Spreading Shine sent us to get you ready for the morning and get you some grub. My name is Stivale,” says the purple pony, her flank shows a pony boot.

“I-I think you are saying too much at once. My name is Cavalla,” says the yellow pony that has the marking of a pony in a prancing pony play position.

Legante smiles, licking his lips, stretching his jaw, surprised it's not as sore as he’d expect it to be, “It’s totally fine. I needed help getting out of bed as I was a little… tied up,” he replies, rubbing the back of his head with his big, hoofed hand, looking at the two naked anthropomorphic female ponies with the same big hooves as himself, “You’re rather skillful with your hooves.”

“Lots of practice, you’ll get the hang of it, I just know it,” replies Stivale.

“T-thank you. I had help, it was mostly Stivale,” says Cavalla.

“We did it together. We go hoof in hoof.”

“You have lovely names.”

“Thanks!” says Stivale offering her hoof to help him up.

“Thank you,” Cavalla responds softly, offering her hoof in kind.

Legante grabs both of them, getting back onto his black rubber hooves, “I could use some food. I could use some bacon.”

“Oh… uh… well you see…”

“What is it?”

Stivale explains, “We ponies are vegetarians. We don’t have bacon. Though we do have I can’t believe it's not bacon. If you are hankering for the flavor.”

“Ah, right, ponies. That will be fine. And while we eat, I can get to know you two lovelies.”

“L-lovelies?” Cavalla replies with a blush, turning her head away, but not so much that she can’t keep one eye on him.

“Well, you both are. I can’t hide it,” he chuckles, knowing his cock is still aching, hard, and helplessly exposed.

“Such a charmer,” says Stivale, running her hoof under his chin, “But could you handle us I wonder?”

“That depends on how you like to be handled.”

“Ah… well I…” Cavalla trails off.

“How about I go first then? Maybe that will help break the ice.”

“Your hammer has already done that,” Stivale says with a playful wink, eyes going down to his slightly larger than average human sized, equine shaped cock.

He responds with a nervous slightly embarrassed chuckle, “Y-yeah… I’ll admit, rubber, bondage, and showing off a bit are things I really enjoy. Pony isn’t as high as you’d think but while I’m here, I’m finding it more enjoyable and relaxing?”

“We’re both really into bondage and pony play. But that could be said for nearly anyone here! We are a really open and welcoming community of almost everyone’s kinks.”

“Almost everyone’s?”

“There are some extreme ones that though we understand everyone has, there are a few that are too far out there for us to accept within our community. We don’t shun, but we let one know that that kind of play is not welcomed.”

“Ah, I can understand that. There are some interests that are a bit too far out there, none of mine are. Unless you consider extreme bondage one of them.”

“We do not. But if you are looking for something like that, we are going to sign up for a pony ride. Perhaps you’d like to join us?”

“Stivale?! Oh… sorry that was a little loud of me. Stivale. He just arrived yesterday. Do you think it's wise to have him join so soon? He may not be ready for it,” Cavalla says, her voice growing softer with each word spoken.

“Sister, he can handle it. Look at just how eager he is at the mere mention of it?” she says with a playful smirk.

“Now, now ladies. Please. Don’t underestimate my experience. This may be my first day here. But I am no stranger to latex, bondage, or suiting. I’m here to get the full experience. Tell me more about this pony ride.”

“Ah… well you see… First, we get geared up and then we pull the carriage. While getting set up in even more gear to give a full engaging all-encompassing experience,” says Cavalla.

“Now you’ve made me even more curious,” Legante remarks with a soft human made nicker.

Stivale giggles, “See Cavalla. He wants to come, who are we to deny his desire and want to have fun.”

“I-I know. I just…”

Legante leans in close, “Cavalla, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes?” she responds softly.

“I appreciate your concern. Your shyness is rather cute if I am to be honest. I’d be more pleased to go on this ride with two fine ladies like yourselves rather than go at it alone. Would you be okay in letting me join you two in a morning of fun and frolicking?”

“Ah… well…”

“Yes, yes she would. Though to warn, it will be a long walk. We’re very experienced ponies. Almost to the level of quads. Do you think you could keep up with us?” Stivale challenges.

“Please, a few hours in rubber? That’s nothing for me. Some more in bondage and rubber? I slept like a foul up there in my bed, all tied up. Going out for a little walk with you two as my motivation? Please, it will be easy as a walk in the park.”

“Then it’s decided. You’ll join us for our carriage day.”

“Do you think there’s room? There are only six spots for our day run carriage pull,” asks Cavalla.

“Mistress Spreading Shine is the caretaker today. From what I hear, Legante. You have her eye.”

“I am her invited guest,” he replies, feeling a strange sense of pride in those words, puffing out his chest.

“I don’t think it will be an issue then.”

“I-I would offer my spot, but I know I can’t…” Cavalla replies before adding, “I just hate to have some pony’s spot taken.”

“That is not of your concern sister.”

“What do you mean about spot?” he asks.

Stivale turns to him, “The morning run has six slots. Three stallions and three mares. We’re two of the three mares. You being a stallion, you couldn’t take any of our spots.”

“I see. Well, I hope I don’t step on any toes, but I do think I’ll have fun.”

“I don’t think you will. We have no toes here, only hooves.”

He chuckles, “Good one.”

“After we eat, we’ll head to the barn where we can see if we can get you in.”

Cavalla adds, “But in the end that will be up to our rider and handler. Which is Spreading Shine.”

“I don’t think I have anything to worry about then.”

Stivale smirks, “Confident, aren’t you?’

“I was specially invited here. I doubt she’ll be so bold as to refuse my request to join you ladies.”

“And you are bold to make such assumptions, especially on your second day here.”

“Fortune favors the bold. Something I’ve learned well over my years. I’ve taken many risks and I’ve come out ahead.”

“Well, we’ll see about that,” Stivale says with a playful wink.

“Sister…” Cavalla mutters.

“I’ll be fine. And I get to spend a day with you two,” he replies with a return playful wink.

“Such a charmer,” Stivale says, rubbing her hoof under his chin, toying with him a little as they eat their fill, heading to the back of the mansion where the large pony stalls are. Despite being outdoors they are well kept with latex padded rooms and tough rubber flooring. Heavy bondage gear hangs from them on display, but in such large quantities that you know that the gear is more than just for show. The barns are split into two distinct areas, one for the quad ponies, and those on two hooves like themselves.

Within the barns there’s an open area in the middle, while the ponies waiting to be set up to the carriage wait eagerly in each of their stalls. Pony caretakers move about, their hands finger hooves, giving away their status. A large red male pony approaches them, “Stivale and Cavalla, two of my favorite ponies here, ready to get geared up early before you go on a stroll. And you brought a friend?” he says, his pony gear rattling, as the gear provides a sense of what is to come while not binding this particular stallion from doing his job.

“Gioco, a delight to see you are working today. This is Legante, he’s wondering if he could join our particular run today.”

The large manly rubber pony with his equine bits as large as he is if not bigger, looks to him, “Legante? Is that the one Spreading Shine invited to our humble slice of paradise?”

“Yes, it is.”

Cavallo blushes, looking at the large pony, unable to mutter any words as she shifts her weight from one hoof to the next.

“I’ll check. You ladies get ready to gear up, and I’ll check if we can squeeze him in,” Gioco states.

“Thank you,” Stivale says, bidding Legante farewell, trotting off.

“Sorry for causing any trouble,” comments Cavalla.

“No trouble at all. Now get along, the others will get you geared up.”

“Y-yes,” she replies, blushing, trotting off to a stall that is beside her sister.

“They are nice girls,” says Legante.

“They are, but you,” he says, towering over him with a half a foot in height, “I’ve been expecting you.”

“Expecting me?”

“Spreading Shine told me that you’d probably come and want to join the girls the moment you heard about the barn. So it just so happens we have a spot already open for you.”

“Does she now? She knows me that well does she?”

“There’s a reason why she’s in charge.”

“So the whole, going to check if there’s room is just an act?’

“Spreading Shine doesn’t want others to feel you are getting too much of a special treatment. Or to treat you differently than any other pony here.”

“But I am getting special treatment, and it sounds like every pony here does know it.”

“True, but best not to show it off. That’s not a way to make friends, by acting like you are better than everyone else. You are a special guest, but you will be treated like every other pony here. Having to go through the right channels and wait your turn.”

“Even if I am not waiting to get onto the carriage?”

“You’ll be waiting alright, just like every other pony,” he states, guiding him to his own black rubber stall with the gear that he’ll soon be adorning hanging on the wall in front of him.

He eyes the gear, feeling excitement rush through him, shifting his weight on his hooved feet, hands clenching within the rubber hooves of his suit, body already aching to enjoy each piece, noting just how many they are, “What a lovely display of gear.

“It’ll be lovelier once it's on you. But I’ll let you know the final piece isn’t put on till you are hitched to the carriage.”

“Oh? And what that might be?”

“And advanced virtual reality visor that replaces the look of the world around you with something more fitting for those who want to experience life within the magical kingdom. But that is all I’ll say about that,” he remarks, giving a playful wink.

“Such a tease.”

“Doing my job, stud,” he says, grabbing the heavy leather body harness. He whips it around, sliding onto Legante’s body.

The weight of the gear is surprising. It’s thick, with several metal D ring loops along the back and front side of the leather straps. He follows the pony’s instructions to the letter, almost feeling through his rubber suit the soft fur lining of the harness, being tightened and squeezed across his body. The leather loops around his legs and attach like upper leg cuffs around his thighs. His rubber tail pops through an opening in the back, the harness forcing it up, to give him a slightly more ‘exposed’ look while at the same time the front of the harness is clearly left open for his crotch.

“Good, good. You’ve done this before haven’t you?” he asks, adjusting and fitting the thick leather posture collar that is part of the harness, which has a gentle curve in the front that helps guide and ‘encourage’ his head to remain facing forward.

“Not like this.”

“Few have before come here,” he replies, grabbing another thick leather cuff, wrapping it around his wrists, doing the same with the other. He gives them a few nice snug pulls, making sure they are nice and tight, “Do your best to reverse prayer for me.”

“Sure, sure,” he replies, pulling his arms behind his back, the back of his hooves rubbing up against each other as he strains to make it appear as if he’s praying behind his back.

“Perfect,” the large rubber stallion replies, hooking the hooves together with some bondage rope, sliding it through the rings in the cuffs, up to the back of the posture collar where a D ring happily accepts the rope, tying the latex bound pony suited human arms behind his back.

Legante lets out a soft moan, feeling the tug of his limbs, leaving him helpless, his length aching, out nice and hard. The series of rings placed around his length is still there helping him keep a proper stiffness to his package.

“Next, comes your walking boots,” says Gioco, grabbing a pair of high polished boots with silver studs and horseshoe at the base. He opens the ankle high boots wide, helping guide Legante’s foot into them, before tugging on the thin black laces, hooking around the boot’s strap teeth, making sure the hooves are nice and tight raising his human feet to be as if they were on his toes in the process, “You’re a natural.”

“I told you I had some experience in this, didn’t I?” he replies with a smirk, adjusting his body weight as he slips into the other boot.

“Everything feeling, okay? Nothing too tight? We don’t want to cut off blood circulation now.”

“It all feels great. Thank you,” he replies, tugging at the bonds, his cock twitching in the cool air, the rubber giving him some sense of his exposure to the world around him.

“Perfect,” he says, grabbing the front D-ring of Legante’s posture collar, pulling him forward to the very front of the stall, where the black polished rubber gives a faint mirror finish. A leather strap attached to the wall is then attached to the collar, “Now you’ll be a good pony and wait your turn. Your group is third to leave today. So it will be a bit,” he says with a soft nicker, leaving him to stew in his own arousal.

Legante takes a half step back, the strap growing taught, keeping him from moving any further. The short leash prevents him from turning his body more than fifteen degrees at most in any direction, giving him only a small view of the other eager and just as heavily bound ponies on either side of them.

They grunt and knicker, shifting their weight to either side of their hooves, but remain relatively pacified, staring at the black rubber wall in front of them, “I wonder if I should be doing that too. But it's so hard to ignore the draw of what is going on,” he thinks, hearing jingle of metal, the sound of wheels on stone, the clip clop of boots behind him, with neighs and nickers of the eager ponies being hitched up to their carts, all of which are just outside of his field of vision.

A worse sensation of being blindfolded. The thought that it is just almost possible to see if he only tried harder, makes it all the greater of a tease. It takes a good fifteen to twenty minutes for the first ponies to get hitched to their cart. The pony to his left was taken from his stall, leaving him to see another pony two stalls down waiting eagerly. A hot pink and purple pony, male in physique, just waiting patiently for his turn to be hitched up.

Yet no one stopped him from trying to look. His shifts more on his hooves to keep the annoyance of having to stand there, the ache of not being able to move around all the more bearable. You know what they say the only thing worse than walking around for hours is standing still for hours. Though by no means was it that long, the first cart was underway.

He sees only a sliver of the cart through the corner of his eye, when his body is as turned as it will allow him to, the taught leash preventing any further movement. The prancing and clip clop movements of the cart as their rider tugs on the reins, leading outside, the warm air blowing through the barn before the doors are closed again with a thud.

“Wait there are doors to the barn? I thought it was more open than that,” he thinks, shaking his head, “Perhaps I just misremembered or thought there was… wait no those were the outside stalls along the sides of the barn, yes, now I remember,” he thinks, trying to kill some time, another five minutes passing before the second cart is even beginning to be set up and hitched with their riders.

The pony on the other side of him was taken, revealing a pony on the stall over, a green and black Pegasus, his wings bound, with his arms held up like his own in a reverse prayer, but even more so with an armbinder rather than a few simple leather straps, “How did he get so lucky with armbinders? Maybe that is part of not getting too special treatment. Or maybe I should have asked? I could still ask maybe?”

He ponders this for a moment, looking relaxing to stare in the black rubber void before him. Only hints of his cyan rubber showing through the reflective rubber with a few colors tinted blurred shapes of other ponies moving behind him.

His mind takes this time to wonder, think, feel about the situation, “It’s lovely, isn’t it?” he thinks, the word lovely echoing into his mind, with a greater emphasis. It caresses the back of his mind, making him think harder on just how good it feels to stand here. To relax here. Let his mind wonder and drift out. There’re no distractions here. Nothing to worry about. And best of all, surrounded by friends who will be here to support him.

“Hello every pony! Apologies for the wait, but I had to get some things done. I hope you are all rearing to go on a wonderful ride through our pony country,” says Spreading Shine, prancing into the barn, her hooves were unique in how they clip clopped.

Her voice sang into Legante’s mind. Sweet like honey, a sensation of calm washes over him. He wants to look, that edging curiosity in the back of his mind, but a part of him knows that it is better to remain calm, to show how good he can be. To wait till its time to be taken and hitched.

Staring into the black rubber void before him, a vague shape of blue, the unique pony steps coming closer, the soft squeaks of her movements ringing out into his ears, “Legante, you’re here? Fancy that. The two mares that I sent to wake you, got you interested in their daily routine?” she says, her fingers running down along his sides, holding him still, her body moving close, breasts pressing up against his bound hooves, her hot breath blowing into his ear, “I guess they got you hitched to their wagon now, did they?”

Shuddering, a soft neigh escaping his lips, the suiting making it more equine in nature than the bound human within could ever do, “Ahh… they are very convincing. And you said I can see most of what your place has to offer. A good walk around your compound sounded rather good to me.”

“It will be so much more than that. I always recommend that every pony gets a chance to see at the little glimpse of what we are trying to make. To bring people together in so many wonderful ways. I’m sure this trot will be enlightening for you,” she whispers, hands moving down the rubber body, squeaking loudly, ending with a firm smack on the flank. “Now let's get you hitched up. Would you like front, middle or back?” she asks, grabbing the reins, tugging him around.

Legante finds himself staring into those lovely big pink eyes of hers. Something about her loving smile causes his length to twitch, a wanting to take her… or more like to be taken by her right here, right now grows, “M-middle please,” he says with a soft whine.

“Middle? Don’t want to completely follow, but don’t want to lead either? A bit of a switch I see.”

“Well…” he responds with a bit of a blush, thoughts brought back to reality when he’s tugged forward almost tumbling over, getting used to being double hoofed.

“Come, my carriage needs your pony power in order to pull it.”

“Pony power to pull it. Say that three times fast,” he says with a chuckle.

“You won’t be saying too much once we get the bit into your mouth. Get you nice and focused, placated, and eager to pull. Hopefully you can keep up. It’s very physically demanding but liberating in the end,” she says, guiding him forward, keeping the reins attached to his collar more like a leash, nice and short. The carriage that he is going to be pulling is closer to a rickshaw cart rather than a full-on carriage. In spite of that though, it's still elegant in design with the long car handles are thick and ready to attach us to them. Already two ponies are hitched to the cart, ropes and leather straps attach them to the cart, waved through their harness.

“Easy now,” says Spreading Shine, guiding Legante back into the cart, taking slow, steady steps, while beside him Cavalla is undergoing the same process, with another pony handler guiding her back on the female side.

He looks over to her, smirking, “Fancy meeting you here, come here often?” he jokes.

“Ha, ha,” she remarks, smiling back, “Unfortunately you won’t be seeing much of me or I you when this starts.”

“Shame.”

“But you’ll know I’m here with you.”

“As will I,” says Spreading Shine, guiding the leather straps through the harness, attaching himself not only to the cart but the pony behind him, the same hot pink and purple pony from before. The leather bindings through the body harness give ample room but also a sense of bondage, the leather bondage between his legs are held up by another leather strap that dangles between his legs, “I hope you know how to walk a proper gait.”

“That I do.”

There is a visible sigh of relief in Spreading Shine’s face, “Good. I was going to be a little worried, that I was going to have to teach you, but just to be safe, show it to me.”

“Yes Miss Shine,” he replies, lifting his right leg up, the latex squeaking, the leather creaking. His thigh becoming parallel to the ground, showing off the perfect step he’ll be making, the leather straps almost becoming taught.

“Good, good, now the other, and give me a single stomp for yes to that.”

He shivers, his cock twitching in delight, he gives a single hard stomp in response, lifting his other leg up with equal show of his prowess and ability to walk a full pony gait, “How’s that?” he asks.

Spreading Shine pulls out a riding crop she had hidden behind her, running it along his chin, “Legante, did I say you could speak? Two stomps for no.”

He stomps twice in response. His arousal growing, her words growing stronger yet no less loving in their command. His body aching in loving want and need, heart throbbing.

She smiles, “Good Legante. Let's get you all hooked up, and ready for your little stroll through our wonderful countryside,” she says, giving out her own stomp, and like someone who just snaps their finger, and they know what she wants. A special black leather and latex muzzle harness. It’s crafted with a built-in bit for his pony mouth to bite on, that will certainly muffle anything he might have to say, a wide set of blinders that will keep his focus, but more importantly a visor that will slip right over his eyes.

“I can read you like an open book. You’re wondering what this is, yet you know you can’t ask me, isn’t that right?”

He stomps in response, swallowing a lump in his throat, eyes locked on the device.

“This is your muzzle bit. It will not only provide you with the focus you need to be a good pony for me, but also give you the view of the world as it's meant to be. A loving feeling that you are in a welcoming place of friendship and magic. I’m sure you’ll find it a wonderful sensation. Not that it will be active till you leave the barn, but no matter. Open wide like a good pony, and we can get this muzzle fitted.”

He does so without hesitation. Something about her allure through all of this is so hard to ignore. His body aches for more, not even caring that he’s exposed with an arousal much like the pony behind him, though that one is far larger and better equipped to show off his equine characteristics.

Cavalla is already hooked and prepared, staring forward, arms behind her back, breasts out. Quiet, patient, only shifting slightly on her hooves, eager to start. Her sex exposed, twitching, aching, glistening with need. Her arousal is almost as apparent as his own. His attention quickly snaps back to Spreading Shine via her riding crop.

“Look forward and be a good pony, you here.”

He responds with a single stomp, agreeing to her soothing words, her powerful command. His mouth open, accepting the bit sliding into his mouth, pressing against his tongue. He huffs, watching his vision become narrowed, focused forward to what is right in front of him. Spreading Shine.

The visor tints his world but doesn’t blind him, despite not being active. Like viewing through a thick glass that’s clear enough that it doesn’t hinder his vision much. The straps slide across his ears, along the back of his head. The blue pony tightens the head harness, making it impossible for him to even try to shake it free even if he wanted to, “There we go. All set up for a walk in the park. Feeling good?” she asks.

The words bounce in his mind, less so much like a question but more of a sensation, ‘feeling good’ moving around, becoming truer with each moment he doesn’t answer the question. Huffing, panting, aching, the tight bondage around him. Hitched to four others soon to be six as already Stivale being hitched as one of the lead ponies. Eventually he can’t hold it back, he has to answer, truthfully, whatever that means, with a single hard stomp.

Spreading Shien gives his flank a playful thwack with the riding crop, “That’s what I thought. Good pony. Let's get the last one in, and we can be off. We’ve delayed long enough. I’m sure you are eager to get going. Stretch those legs, see the world. Be a prideful pony, pulling my cart,” says Spreading Shine while another barn hand is moving to set up the pony in front of him. The one being put in front of him is none other than the Pegasus from earlier. Their bound-up wings, lashed together to further hold the hooves that are tied behind his back. The pony’s movements, make the wings appear as if they are trying flutter, like maybe the pony in front of him is a real rubber pony.

Legante shakes out that thought, relaxing, getting focused, “Okay, now I have to walk with others. I’ve done pony walks solo but never with others. I wonder what this is going to be like?” he thinks, sensing the attachment of the cart to himself, to the pony in front of him, behind him, and the one beside him. Each of their movements puts a gentle tug on some part of the reins, keeping this as a constant reminder, knowing that they too can feel his movements.

The cart shifts and creaks, hearing Spreading Shine getting onto the cart, while the barn hands, slide the reins through the body harnesses of each pony, eventually hand them over to Spreading Shine, who gives them a firm tug, “Giddy up!” she states, her words washing over each pony, sending pleasure through each of them.

They found their place, their meaning, Legante took the first unsure steps, lifting his legs up, taking that first full step as a good pony. His hooves clip clop against the ground, the weight of the cart behind him, giving away as it starts to move. A forward and back jerk, jingle of gear as each pony is finding the first few steps to get into stride with the others. In these early moments as the cart begins its roll out of the barn, he struggles to find his steps. The others around him having far more experience in in the matter, leaving him to rush to catch up.

“Okay slow down… too slow, raise your legs up. Yes, just like that, you can do this. After all that confident talk you did, you can’t be a burden to the others. I have to help them. What kind of friend _ _would I be if I didn’t pull my own weight?” he thinks, the sunlight not blinding him due to the visor slowly making the adjustments to keep his vision clear.

He can’t help but take a little look around, seeing the open fields that are behind the mansion. In the distance is a forested area that the stone path gives the metal horse shoes a strong distinctive clip clop. The open area is filled with ponies anthro and feral walking about, having fun in various meanings of the word. Everyone is open and friendly, but now with the tug of the reins they move forward.

“Activating VR program, Ponyville,” whispers a voice into his ear.

“What was that?” he wonders, unsure of the whisper, feeling it came from all around but just outside of his ears. Perhaps the straps had speakers in it? But as he thought about it, he stumbled, quickly forcing him to resume thinking about his movements, ensuring that he didn't drag down the other ponies.

“Focus Legante. This may be your first time, but you are pulling a high-ranking pony. I won’t let you off easy. Special guest or no,” says Spreading Shine, while she leans back into the car, enjoying the view of the squeaking rump swaying ponies, each taking those tall gait steps, perfect rubber ponyplay.

Unable to respond he simple does as he’s told. Looking forward, keeping track of his steps and with each passing moment the world shifts. A filter slowly activates as everything begins to grow more colorful, wonderful, mimicking the show that started all of this. The colors steadily popping more while the look of the real world faded behind. A blending of two worlds, the real and the ideal, with the real steadily fading and melting away giving strength to the ideal.

Even the fellow rubber ponies are taken by this spell, slowly growing more bright and popping in how they look, the shine and rubber not fading, but the strength of their somewhat cartoonish characteristics grows with each passing moment. Even the bondage gear that tightly grips them fits in with the colorful theme. Almost off putting to those uninitiated with such a thing, but it has a strange appeal, fitting to the adult desires that are brought out.

“Good ponies,” says Spreading Shine, her words once again bouncing in his mind, the colorful world being created around him, gives off a soothing, delightful, loving, friendly feel. Drawing into the desire of wanting to be safe and secure. To let the troubles of the normal world fade away with the view of the natural world, leaving nothing but popping colors, wonder and pony delights of friendship.

“You want to be a good pony.”

“You want to be friends with your fellow ponies.”

“Friendship is magic.”

“Good ponies are our friends.”

“You want to be a good pony for your friends.”

Soft whispers linger into his mind. There is something that he is just barely hearing, yet his attention is still on the path in front of him. The pony ahead guiding them down the path, taking note of the pony world all around him. Its hard to not want to let himself sink into the walk. Each step though sapping him of some of his strength, also invigorates and motivates him to continue on. Prancing into step with the other ponies. He is adding to the group, contributing to this small secular pony society. These six ponies is his idealized society. Knowing their purpose, knowing their place, bound together, friends in bondage. His length bounces with each step, swaying in the air, the cock rings that are in place keep him wanting, but unable to do anything. The cool breeze feels wonderful against his length, yet the unique sensation of the sun beating down on his member, feeling the warmth from it, if he wasn’t so tightly bound, and working to pull the cart, he could almost relax and drift and take a nap like this…

By the time they reach the edge of the forest area, having passed other ponies, some in bondage like himself, walk around with a handler, or others addled up, carrying their fellow ponies around like full blown horses, the world is fully colored, and cartoonized, with a fetish tint.

A forest has never felt so welcoming before in his life. How could he not want to step inside. The swaying of the trees, the popping greens of the leaves. The feeling of having a little bit of shade as they walk in just adds to the draw. Each step is a clip, clop on stone, each step his leg is brought up high parallel to the ground. Just like all of the other ponies. They are moving in almost unison, drawing the cart together, pulling as one.

Legante is pulled into this routine. Marching, prancing, pulling, tugging, step, clip, clip, clop. A good pony, working with his friends, to pull Miss Spreading Shine. Something about all of this felt more arousing than he ever thought it would be. His paranoia of being seen, naked, all washed away under waves of pleasure, and embracing friendship. Empowering to be with the others, in their sleek cartoonish forms. Shining so bright, “Perhaps Spreading Shine has more meaning to her name than I thought?” he wonders, a few moments of free thought he gives himself, before getting back to focus on his routine, “I don’t want to disappoint my friends now. That would just be terrible.”

And that would be terrible, “Must help my friends. Must work with my friends. Stay with my friends. Do what my friends do. Love what my friends love. We are together. Good ponies. Serving ponies.” A wonder of pleasure, and delights. The forest path forks and with a firm tug by Spreading Shine, they move to the left path. Birds sing, the wonders of nature brought before them as they continue to walk. The path is amazingly clear and well kept. Eventually they reach a small clearing off the side of the road. There’s a water trough that’s covered and protected from getting dirty.

“We’ll take a break here for some water and a little respite and with that I want to say you are all being very good ponies. Already an hour and a half into your eight-hour walk, and you are already impressing me. Each and every pony here,” says Spreading Shine, dismounting from the cart, working to unhitch one pony, guiding them to the water trough. She hitches Stivale to it, then going over to get the next. One by one they are taken, mares first then the stallions like himself. He’s tugged along, each step with full gait. The weight of the cart no longer on him, he feels so much lighter and relieved. His posture collar is hitched to the trough, the cover remains on it, hiding what’s behind it. Even this though is colorful, friendly and in tune to what could be seen on the show if it was far more adult and kink oriented.

The voice in his mind that is telling him that the view of this world is off, has grown weaker, his mind adjusting to this colorful view of the world. So much better than the bland boring real world perhaps, an unmentioned thought that floats in the back of his mind, sinking down into the depths of his subconsciousness.

The last pony is brought up to the trough and only then is the cover pulled back, a button pressed by Spreading Shine, releasing the water, as it flows freely. Thirstily they all reach down, lapping at the water, careful not to lean in too far. The bits remain in their mouths, unable to speak, or say a word each other. Only neighs, nickers, and moans when their bodies show just how aching they are, and it is at this time Legante hears Cavalla moan deeply.

He tries to look, the blinders making it difficult, but he can just barely notice that she seems to be hiking her flank, showing off her wonderful ‘plot’ with hints of blue behind her. Spreading Shine speaks up, confirming his suspicions, “Such a needy mare. You want some relief, don’t you? You’ve been such a good pony after all. Do you want to go first? Or can you wait? The first to get pleased is the first back into the cart. Tell me, should I start with you?”

She shudders, moaning out, breasts bouncing just a little under her body harness, she gives a single eager quick stomp. Soft squeaks fill the air as there’s the sound of rubbing, a soft smack of a riding crop, the moaning growing louder.

Legante’s arousal grows, getting glimpses of this, feeling lucky that he’s right next to the action, but he squirms in his spot, wanting a little bit of that fun himself. Unsure if he can contain himself while he gets a little bit more of that clean cool fresh water. The sounds of his friend aching, whining, being pleasured. Unsure what is being done to her as she is pleased, hearing only the effects of what is being done, the loud squeaks, the sleek sounds of a sex being penetrated, imagining her squeezing on whatever is being used to push her over the edge.

And it doesn’t take long for it to happen. Her hot juices will certainly be gushing out of her aching, wanting sex. Whatever is used is covered in her hot pony essence. Her panting, and sigh of relief, the words spoken by Spreading Shine that sends a tingle through every ponies spine there, “Good Pony.” A moment of afterglow is given before she says, “Back to the cart, first to cum, first go, them the rules,” she giggles, unhitching Cavalla and putting her back into the cart.

The process starts all over again with each of the female ponies. Their cries of hunger, delight, teasing. Only fuels the burning fire between his legs. He squirms, shifting his weight from one hoof to the next, hoping that he too can get to enjoy the touch and love of Miss Spreading Shine. The Pegasus is the first of the stallions to be taken, teased, pushed over the edge, brought back to the cart, into his position. Leaving the odds of him being next to a simple flip of the coin.

“Legante. Such a good pony you’ve been. Waiting so eagerly to be brought back to the cart,” she says, smacking his flank with the riding crop, feeling its wet leather run across his rubber body, which feels a little bit more ‘real’ than before, but he knows in his mind that is just a feeling. His body aching for pleasure, making it just have him want to feel anything from her. “Do you think you’ve earned a little something?” she asks, moving the riding crop toward his balls, gently pressing them, lifting them with the crop, leaving a trail of juices, as it became clear that at least this was one of the ‘tools’ that she used on them.

Without hesitation he lets out a stomp, “Yes! Yes! Please Yes Miss Spreading Shine. Let me have something. I’ve been a good pony. I’ll continue to be a good pony for more.”

“You want to be a good pony.”

She lets out a giggle, one hand running across his flank, squeezing that lovely plot of his. Her fingers wet, a little sticky, telling him all that Legante needs to know just all that she has been using on the ponies here, “That’s a good pony. I knew you’d like it,” she says, the crop running up from his balls along the underside of his cock, giving the flat equine head a little playful thrap. Nothing too hard, the latex absorbing most of the blow, but it is enough to let him feel it, and remind him just how hard and aching he is.

He bucks into the touch, shifting on his hooves, panting heavily. He wants it so badly, knowing its close and with a simple shift of a hand, Spreading Shine’s slick wet fingers are now gripping his balls. She fondles them within her trickster fingers, rolling them around, tugging them, noticing just how full he is, and just how ready he is to let loose.

Spreading Shine looks down at his length then back at him, her large pink eyes even more drawing than ever before thanks to the VR, “I can feel how much you want it. Need it. You’ll grow to be bigger in time, but for now, I shall reward you for being such a good pony,” she says, whispering into his ear, licking it, as Legante could just almost feel it in his mind. His desire to be played with, filling in the void between suit and man. His cock squeezed and massaged, caressed by the pony’s expert fingers, knowing just how hard to work his length through the rubber and the squeezing cock rings that give him little respite.

Pre-cum dribbles along the cock head and she happily adds it to the natural lubricant. Squeezing, squeaking, sliding her fingers across his member, pumping his pleasure stick faster with stroke, the weight of Legante’s desire to release grows. It builds, bubbles, boils, presses deep within him. The bliss of the friendliest thing one can do for him, quickly hitting its crescendo.

With a loud neigh, there is a rush of seed pulsating through his shaft, his balls tightening up, the ache that has built up over the hours, from the previous night all being released now. Streams of hot sticky seed rushes out, spraying onto the ground below. The warm afterglow of the moment soon overtaking him.

“Good Ponies get more pleasure.”

“Good ponies obey.”

“Good ponies know the magic of friendship.”

“Spreading Shine is your friend.”

“You’ll do anything for Spreading Shine.”

Spreading Shine takes a few moments to milk him dry, “There, there. Was it as good for you as it was for me?” she asks with a soft giggle.

He responds with two stomps.

She tilts her head, “No?” There is a moment of pause before she grins, pressing up against him, grinding a little, “Let me guess it was better for you then?”

A firm stomp gives the answer.

“That’s what I thought. Back to the cart. If you keep up the good work there will be more where that came from,” she explains, unhitching him from the trough, guiding him back to the cart. The cock rings keeping him hard, aching, even after the climax, there is still a little bit left in him that could go on. But for now he must wait and watch as she pleases, teased and pushes the hot pink and purple pony over the edge. Letting his essence mix with all those on the ground. Pulling him back over to the cart. Once there they feel the tug of the reins, “Giddy Up.”

Such a simple command, but now they all feel refreshed and pull the cart with a renewed vigor, going deeper into the forest. The stone path suddenly change, becoming hard brown rubber, changing the sound of their clip clops, giving a small sense of buoyancy. It’s here that things start to change. The trees, the land around them shining like rubber, but keeping the cartoonish visage. It's as if the world itself has become a rubber paradise, and as they travel deeper they are greeted with a pony village.

Anthropomorphic ponies of all colors, earth, Pegasus and unicorn moving about. A bustling town, where many are in some form of pony gear, a few in bondage, but others wearing the gear as if it was fashionable, normal. The streets, buildings, everything shine like rubber. A couple ponies working to polish a building, as normal as someone washing the side of a house.

A bakery, a kink shop, pony gear shop, and a rubber polish shop. People wave and greet them calling out to Spreading Shine, “Hello!” they call out. Everything feels wonderful and friendly. The fact he’s walking is pleasing and delightful, exposed to all of these ponies but the warmth they give with their friendliness.

“All these ponies are friendly. This is a nice town,” he thinks, prancing before these ponies. Enjoying the eyes upon him for the first time in a long time. Perhaps it's the suit, that layer of protection between him and those around him. They stop, pulling up in front of a pony BDSM, saddle shop, the name just missing him.

“Wait here my ponies. I have some things to buy. This is my favorite shop in town,” says Spreading Shine with a giggle. The cart rocking side to side, leaving him and the other ponies to wait helplessly, shifting their weight side by side.

Walking in this gear is one thing but standing still is another. Each passing moment feels much longer than it is in reality. His body aches, he looks around a little, the other ponies of the own not paying any heed to him. It was as if his condition was nothing new. And when Spreading Shine returns, he’s left all the aching, wanting, eager to get moving again.

Never before has he felt such delight at the idea he can pull the cart once again, but it only goes to another stop. The bakery. The welcoming aroma in the air only feeds his realization just how hungry he is. But when Spreading Shine returns this time the smell of delicious treats grows even greater, “Such good ponies. I got you all something. A nice bag of sweet oats!” she exclaims, placing the bag of feed over each of our muzzles. Another layer of bondage, but this has warm reward within it. The food in the bag shaped like a phallic length, making it all the more welcoming and filling in each of our mouths.

“Suckle it, as its a bit too chewy to chew,” giggles Spreading Shine, as she is right. Legante tries to chew it but it gets his teeth stuck, binding his mouth around the phallic length. Now forced to suckle it it, enjoying the sweet flavors, drinking down the juice he makes from it. A little bit of cream in the center of the length ‘spurts’ into the back of his throat, rewarding him with more food, his hunger slowly being satiated as they continue on through the town. Stopping here and there whenever Spreading Shine wants it for whatever reason. When they do head back it is many hours later, stopping in the forest for another wonderful milking and a drink of water to help with their parched throats and a little bit of the sticky oats that linger in their mouths.

It’s a strange sensation, seeing the mansion with the cartoonish visage over it, but at the same time as they approach the VR senses that the time for such things is to come to an end. The cartoon world fades with each step, and the real world comes back to light. The real world feeling so boring, bland, leaving him with an urge to go back to it once again. The pony world was so much better looking, why not stay in it for a little while longer?

They pull into the barn, the other carriages are already lined up, with a few other ponies in stalls waiting to go. Legante’s body ached in delight, pleasure and hints of exhaustion. The world seeming so… strange now that he’s back, but he already has something going through his mind. It bounces in there, growing stronger and stronger, waiting to be unhitched, the visors removed, able to see Spreading Shine in full, “You may speak Legante, how did you enjoy your walk?”

“I loved it! I wish I could go again.”

She smirks, “Again? Already? You need to takes break between each run. And the afternoon run is already booked.”

“Is there any other one? I’d love to do another. Please?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. It would be a little extreme to do this on your first full day here. You’d have to rest up before it too if I were… and I’d have to see if we even have an open spot,” hums and hollers Spreading Shine.

“What? More extreme? What is this? I want to know,” he says with a soft whine, while being guided to his stall to get the gear off.

“We have what we like to call the Luna run. You see, the morning runs are called the Celestia runs. The Celestias are easier and not as extreme, but the Luna… well. That is for the committed. We only have one anthro run each night. And it goes from an hour after dawn till a few minutes before dusk. Mind you it's far heavier than what you’ve experienced before. In terms of gear and load you’ll need to pull. Do you think you can even handle it?’

He gives a stomp, “Do I ever! I can take whatever it is. I never felt so liberated before in my life.”

“Would you prefer to simply make this your morning routine with the girls? I could easily do that.”

“You tell me to enjoy steak after mentioning you have a filet mignon?”

Spreading Shine stiffens, “We don’t use colloquial meat turn of phrases.”

“Oh… sorry. But you get what I mean, right?”

“I do. And I think I could squeeze you in the night run, but you best be prepared for it.”

“Sure, sure, what will I need to do?”

“First you’d need to rest up. So, heading to bed and letting that body of yours recover. You’re going to be up all night.”

“I can do that, not a problem. What else?”

“And you’d do everything we tell you. This isn’t the soft-core stuff you’ve experienced. We’ll be going all out. Understand?”

“Why do you tease me so. The more the merrier.”

“You do love your bondage, don’t you?’

“Guilty…” he replies, thankful his blush his hidden by the suit.

She smirks, running her riding crop across his chin, “Oh, alright. But you owe me. Do you understand? A favor for a favor.”

“Of course. And thank you,” he says his cock twitching, body tensing, feeling the excitement already building up within him.

“Excellent. I’ll have Gioco out of this. And I want you to shower and bed right after. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Miss Spreading Shine.”

“Using my full name?”

“It feels… right,” he replies.

“Good pony,” she replies, patting him on the cheek, followed by a quick rump slap, “See tonight,” she says, giving a playful wave.

With that Legante is off to enjoy a little time off from the fun and delight, resting up the best he can, even though that was a nearly impossible request. First, he was barely tired from only half a day of fun, and the anticipation of what is to come, made it even harder, especially as he tries to recharge himself by keeping his hard problem untouched, despite how much he wants to.

When he’s back in the stall, pulled there by none other than Spreading Shine herself, Gioco giving his ‘last shift’ work by gearing up other ponies, but for now, Legante’s world is on Spreading Shine, moving him into position to look at all the gear that is about to be placed upon him, noticing how much more there is and how far restrictive it is going to be.

“Like what you see?” she asks, her fingers caressing Legante’s length, noting his eyes are locked onto the heavy metal bands that will be soon placed upon him. The double layer bondage body harness, along with a thick black leather corset, the leather made to shine like rubber.

“Yes, I very much do,” he replies before he feels a soft thrack against his shaft.

“Did I say you could talk? You’re in this stable. You’re now be a good pony. And good ponies that are ready to be hitched, don’t talk. Do I make myself clear?” she states.

Her words bounce in his mind, causing a shudder of delight and before he knew it, he gave a single hard stomp in acknowledgement.

She grins, running her riding crop along his length, “Much better. First your corset to help with your posture and grace. You’ll be caring a lot more, so having a firm back support is key to your safety,” she explains, grabbing the corset, slipping it around his body.

He gives a single stomp to show understanding, lifting his arms up, feeling the thickness of the leather press up against the rubber suit, which presses on his human form. Once again, he can just-almost-feel the corset as if it was touching his real body. His back straightens, more so when Spreading Shine tugs the laces. The leather creaks, some air is pushed out of his lungs, a gasp, a neigh, passing through his lips. Spreading Shine ties the corset, looking at Legante’s posture corrected form.

“Good, good, now the body harness,” she remarks, grabbing the extra thick leather body harness, but now along the thighs and around the neck is a thick metal thigh cuffs, and posture collar with a massive D ring. The weight of which is double what he wore earlier in the day.

The metal rings clink, the heavy posture collar adjusts his head, leaving even less room for movement than before. The cool metal wraps around his thighs, locking into place with a double click. First comes the latch then the small padlock that ensures a nice snug and locked fit.

The posture collar is extremely thick, a near quarter of an inch of metal alloy, with D ring in front with smaller rings all around. The heavy metal cuffs around his wrists are next, which are then moved and chained behind his back, locking into the back of his posture collar, his back straight as an arrow, making the squeeze all tighter.

Legante’s cock twitches, aching in need, his body panting heavily, an arm binder is grabbed from the wall, pulled around his arms, and tightly woven around his bondage. Another layer of bondage placed upon him, but he doesn’t notice the rings placed into the arm binder, facing outwards, as if they are ready to catch and hold something there.

“Such a good pony you are Legante. You are a natural,” she compliments. The words fill him with joy, excitement, and further need. A soft neigh escapes his lips while she grabs a silver metal cock cage, designed to perfectly fit around his already hard cock. A metal O ring that goes around his balls, prepares the locking mechanism, squeezing his sensitive orbs slightly but still giving enough room to breathe. The pressure around his length, adding to the entire display.

The boots were next, no ankle pony boots this time. A full thigh leather boots, of black leather and silver metal studs One hoof is put into place, while it takes Spreading Shine a solid minute to lace the metal hooks all the way up the boot, crisscrossing the laces all the way up. Each hook pulled, the long leather tongue constantly adjusted, sliding across the front of his leg, the boot squeezing across his entire leg, stopping at his upper thigh.

“How does that feel? Good? Give a stomp in it, full height,” says Spreading Shine, the words sweet as honey, encouraging Legante to simply listen to her.

He lifts his leg, feeling the leather squeeze the rubber around his leg, the mixture of creaking and squeaking together, the resistance to his movement felt, making it harder to complete the task given to him, but with enough effort and determination his thigh levels with the ground, followed by a quick stomp of approval. The hoof hitting the ground felt wonderful, not only the relief from the resistance the boot gave but simply completing the task given to him by her.

“Good pony,” Spreading Shine compliments, feeding into the pleasure ego in his mind. She repeats the process with the other leg, another piece put upon him, another layer of bondage, another chance to do what she says, lifting his leg, stomping it down, “Now for your ankle cuffs,” she says, grabbing thick silver metal cuffs with massive D rings. The weight of which can easily be felt through the boots, they are clasped and locked into place, sealing his fate further, “Now to get you masked and gassed up.”

He looks at her, her loving smile melting away any sudden concerns while she grabs the thick black rubber gas mask with tubes that dangle from the sides of it, that merge into a single tube in the back of the mask, “I told you this is more extreme. Everything is enhanced, ever sense, physical, and mental. Now be a good pony and open up.”

“Open up. Be a good pony and open up. Open. Open. Open. ” He opens his mouth, the mask brought closer, a long set of tubes within the mask and a thick equine dildo. Her horn glows pink, a matching glow moves around the tubes, which makes them come alive, and snake into his nostrils, “Magic?!” he thinks, feeling the wiggle of tubes up into him, providing clear airways to the breathing tubes, his mouth filled by the thick equine dildo, filling out his cheeks, sliding down to the back of his throat. The full headgear zipped up, then locked into place, the padlocks felt dangling against the back of his head.

He breathes deeply, letting out a huff through his mouth, a distinctly strong equine neigh heard, his every vocal further equinized, hiding anything human about him. Spreading Shine gives a few tugs on the mask, making sure everything is secure and in place, “Can you breathe alright?”

He stomps once with great force and eagerness.

“Good, good,” she remarks, giving her own hoof stomp. Sounds of another coming up from behind him, he tries to look but his current state makes it too hard to do so, but he does hear a pony say.

“Here you go Miss Spreading Shine.”

“Thank you,” she replies, grabbing whatever it is, placing it onto Legante’s back. The hooks now being used to strap a large gas tank to his bound and armbinder back. The weight of which further pulls him back, making him have to stand very straight and proper. There’s a soft hiss with a smell of latex and backing goods filling his mask.

He takes his first deep breath, a tingle of pleasure fills him, a pink haze flows over his eyes, his body becoming relaxed, yet pleasured. Each breath drawing him deeper into a submissive, open state of mind, the mask clicking on, a white noise hiss filling his ears, thoughts leaving him.

Spreading Shine’s words are muffled, “Good pony. Come, time to get you hitched,” she says, pulling him along. With each step he falls deeper into the recessive mental state. The pony world returning to him. The colorful popping colors, the kink being enhanced, focused on in the world, while everything else becomes a backdrop.

“You are a good pony.”

“You want to be a good pony for Miss Spreading Shine.”

“Friendship is magical.”

“Magic is wonderful.”

“Obedience to the herd is perfect.”

“Obey the herd.”

“Serve the herd.”

“Good ponies are one with the herd.”

“You want to be one with the herd.”

A hypnotic mantra beginning from the get-go, and with little resistance he simply accepts it. Guided into the middle of the eight-pony carriage. He becomes one of others that have been selected for this night run. The large carriage is closer to a fancy stagecoach.

He waits for the command, to obey, to serve. To be a perfect rubber pony. His body aches, the thick metal chains are slid across his body, connecting to his collar, down his form, through his legs. Everything about this is so much more extreme and binding, and it's perfect. He stares straight ahead, letting spreading shine hitch him to the cart. He shifts on his hooves with eagerness, not even noticing that there is a whip tied to Spreading Shine’s belt.

The blue pony wonder adjusts and makes sure everything is nice and tight. The weight of the chains that slide down D rings in the front of his body harness help providing a better balance between the gas tank and the rest of his body. Everything is designed to hold him in place, let him sink into the bliss of the moment.

Once locked into place, his fate is sealed to spend the night with these extreme ponies. His cock aches, throbs, wanting to be played with, touched. He huffs, a soft nicker escaping his mask. He can’t wait to get going, to be part of the herd, to pull the carriage. Each pony hitched to the wagon increases the excitement. The anticipation is maddening.

Not as maddening as the gas that flows into his lungs, warming, embracing, loving, hypnotic. All free will simply whisked away in a pink haze. The colorful world around him, was it VR? Or reality? Or some kind of illusion induced by the gas. Who is to say, it's not something he can even think of questioning. He’s a good pony part of the herd.

The last pony is hitched. His heart thrums with delight, cock twitching with unbridled eagerness. He pushes against the bondage, not in a desire to escape but to simply feel and know just how tight and strong they are around his body. Spreading Shine takes the reins, remarking, “I’ll take lead this time. I have a few here I want to keep a special eye on.”

“Yes, Miss Spreading Shine,” says a random pony.

Not that this matters to Legante. He’s waiting for that command. To move with the others. To pull the cart like the good pony he is. There’s a crack of a whip, a stinging kiss on his flank, the rubber providing protection to his bound human form, but he could still feel it.

“Giddy up,” she commands.

The cart jerks, beginning to move, getting over that initial hump of resistance. They prance out of the barn, heading down the street. The full moon shining down upon them. Tonight, is a good night for a stroll through the woods. And as they move, Legante sinks deeper into the pleasuring delightful traps that he willingly walked into. Perhaps when he awakes from this dream, he may not want to have it any other way. But who is to say? He has a whole month to get to know his fellow ponies and join the herd…