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Ebony Pony Ranch: Suiting Up

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The bus rocked back and forth as Glephnir, a mighty feral dragon steps off. The horse sized dragon extends his massive blue scaled wings, the light blue stripes running around his muzzle, down the side of his neck glow like the bullseye on the center of his brown scaled chest. His matching blue eyes look around curiously as the thick black fur along his underbelly, down the sides of his forelegs, along his back and the base of his wings shifts in the cool early summer’s day breeze. He sees nothing but wide expansive plains, some trees for shade, a bench for those waiting for the bus stop and behind that a sign. One arrow pointing to the right that says, “Shade Pony Ranch.” The other sign pointing to the left says, “Ebony Pony Ranch.”

Glephnir grunted, “I came all the way here, for this free week at a pony-play ranch, and they don’t even offer a service to get there?” he asks himself, rolling his shoulders as he lets out a deep huff, “Free is free. I’m here. Might as well go and see what I’ll get out of this. But when I get there, they’ll hear about this,” he grumbles as he heads down the dirt path. Half an hour later and a lot of grumbling along the way Glephnir sees the outskirts of the Ebony Pony Ranch. A sign with the name in the distance over the entrance to the ranch. Past that he could see rubber pony play people of all sorts acting out their pony fantasies, but as he gets closer, he noticed that a good half of those in play are in full slick rubber pony skin suits. Each one in thick high heel hooves with different highlighting colors of red, blue, green, white, black and so forth. Their rubber skin well-polished with a female figure accented by matching color corsets.

As Glephnir drew closer he even notices that most of all these full-bodied suited ponies are smooth and faceless most with useless hoof hands, but others still retain their digits for one reason or another. As he gets to the front of the ranch, he catches a few of these faceless ponies training, while others enjoy their bound-freedom pony play friends.

“This is an interesting ranch, but I am not a fan of how they treat their newcomers,” he grunts as he walks through the opening. He spots a nearby sleek black rubber pony, with a dark blue corset and blue trim along her body, her rubber hair a mix of black and blue. As she gets closer, he notices her faceless smooth look, her black skin so well shined that she reflects the nearby objects around her, including himself who easily has a foot over her in height.

The faceless pony looks at Glephnir who can feel her gaze on him. The dragon lets out a grunt and says, “I like to speak whoever is in charge here. I won a free week here, and when I arrive like the ticket says, there’s no one at the bus stop to pick me up,” he states as the pony tilts her head to the side.

The pony speaks but there is no mouth movement, there is no vocalization that is audible to his ears, but he can hear her voice as if she is speaking normally, while at the same time there is a subtle whisper, one he just can’t quite make out. Her voice is soft, caring yet strong and firm.

“Really? May I see your ticket?”

_“You want to show the ticket.” _

“She is trying to be helpful.”

Glephnir pulls out his ticket and shows it to her, “Here you go. I know you are trying to be helpful. But this is an outrage.”

The pony grasps the ticket in her rubbery digits, her faceless eyes looks down at them then back at him and hands the ticket back, “I am sorry. But it says your stay here starts tomorrow.”

“This is just a misunderstanding.”

“We weren’t expecting you til tomorrow.”

“It was your fault. Apologize.”

“But the wording on this ticket is complicated. I humbly apologize for the error.”

Glephnir listens to her and lets out a long drawn out sigh, “Let me read that,” he mutters as he looks at the lettering of the ticket, “I could have sworn that it was today. It said it right there that…” he lets out a huff of air, “Well don’t I look foolish. I’m a day early. I’m sorry,” he replies.

“No need to apologize. These mistakes happen. My name is Ebony. I run this ranch.”

“She is kind for being so forgiving of our mistakes.”

“Need to listen to her.”

“She runs the ranch.”

“She knows best.”

Glephnir lets out another soft sigh as he listens to her “speak” to him. “Thanks. So you run the ranch then? So, do you think I can start my free week now? Or does my early arrival ruin anything?”

Ebony looks over the dragon. Her steps are slow, calculated, with each step high, her thigh level to the ground as she works in perfect form and gait.

“Ebony is perfection.”

“Obey Ebony.”

“Obtain Perfection.”

“I certainly don’t see why we can’t begin your fun a day early. I won’t tell anyone about this bonus day if you don’t.”

Glephnir relaxes a little, “Sounds like a plan. Lead the way Ebony. I’m eager to see what you have in store for me. I tend to fancy myself a more dominant type,” he says with a grin, “But when I get a ticket offering a free week in pony gear with all expenses paid? I couldn’t turn away the chance to learn a thing or two from the receiving end,” he explains.

Ebony nods, “Yes of course. Please follow me.”

“Follow.”

“As you wish,” he replies as she leads him over to the open stables. Soft hay blankets the ground as the smell of rubber and leather lingers heavy in the air. Several different types of people, male and female are put into pony gear, but each one is made to look far more feminine once the gear is put into place. There were four very large stalls, all of which were empty. Ebony clip clopped over to one of the doors and opened it.

“Step inside please,” Ebony says as the whispers added on top.

“Obey Ebony.”

“She is the perfect pony.”

“You want to be the perfect pony.”

Glephnir puffs out his chest and walks up and into the stall, “Of course. But I will admit I am new to this pony play stuff. Can you tell me a bit about what it is about? That way when I bring what I learn back with me, I can implement it with others,” he explains as looks around the simple stall, just big enough for him. The height of the wood frame around him is just tall enough so his head comes over the edge. Hanging from the side are leather and rubber straps, hooves and other bondage items. Ebony walks into the stable with him and closes the door.

“It is a form of expression. Sometimes it's purely sexual.”

“The idea in pony gear arouses you.”

“Other times its a way to bond with your partner.”

“You want to get close and obey Ebony.”

“And others it's a lifestyle choice.”

“You always wanted to be a pony-dragon.”

Glephnir looks over to Ebony, his softly glowing blue marks on his scales reflect in her shiny black rubber skin. He shifts slightly within the stall designed to be just big enough for him and one smaller person to move around in. The soft hay under his claws crunch and shifts slightly as his wings twitch. His excitement builds as he hears the creaking rubber and leather from Ebony. His nostrils flare as he takes in the rubber and leathery scents, letting out a soft, delighted growl.

“Someone sounds excited to get started.”

“Very excited.”

“So very eager.”

“You want to be a pony-dragon.”

Glephnir shuddered a little, “A little. It has been a passing curiosity of mine.”

“Wonderful. Now it is time to lay down some ground rules.”

“You love rules.”

“You want to obey.”

“Sure thing. Shouldn’t be a problem,” Glephnir replies.

“We will be doing this in stages. The better you do, the more we’ll put on you. The more fun you will have.”

“You want to have fun.”

“I do like fun, but that goes without saying.”

“Fun is important. Now, I will be your caretaker. I am in charge of your health and well-being. But just as important is that you obey me. Do as I say and submit yourself fully to me.”

Glephnir felt a hint of apprehension at the words, his wings twitch as the whisper in his mind soon follows, “You want to submit.”

His wings relax slightly, “It feels good to submit.”

The nervousness and uncertainty of a dominant dragon such as himself just submitting to a meek, rubber, faceless pony just like that steadily melts away, “You want to please Ebony.”

Glephnir takes a deep breath and slowly releases it, “All those rules sound fine. What’s first?” he asks with a tingle of pleasure running down his spine, his wings twitch, his claws tense as he feels this microburst of euphoria in the back of his mind as he accepts her dominion over him.

“First we are to get your gear on. One of the most important pieces outside of the pony gear is your underwear. Your chastity,” she says as her smooth rubber finger tips run across his scales, a shiver runs through him wherever she touches.

“Chastity?” Glephnir mutters in surprise as he turns his head to watch her move behind him, grabbing a hanging bit of silver metal, black leather strap feral draconic chastity gear along the way.

“Yes. You are not here to get off. You are here to delve into the experience. To feel the depths of the submission.”

“You want this.”

“You need this.”

“The idea of chastity arouses you.”

Glephnir grunts a long soft growl escapes his throat as his pink flesh begins to poke out from his slit, the arousal already building into him as his mind pictures the sensation of the gear slipping around his body.

Ebony kneels down and sees his arousal, a single rubber digit runs across the underside of the length which drips with his internal juices, “Already so excited.”

“Very excited.”

“A little,”

“Good.”

“Very good.”

“You want to be good.”

“You want to obey,” the soft unknown voice whispers in the back of Glephnir’s mind just as he feels the cool metal envelop around his budding length. The draconic chastity squeezes and stops his member’s outwards movements and with a steady firm pull Ebony forces his length back into the slit, cradled by the tight chastity of the cage, which also pops parts of its cage straight into his draconic slit. Once fully in place, all that is visible is a near flush silver cap over his masculinity, his member sliding perfectly into the welcoming cage which grows ever tighter around him the harder he gets, and the tighter it gets, the harder he gets, a vicious yet delightful cycle. Rings around the chastity cage have leather straps attached to them which she wraps around his thighs and sides, firmly securing the cage to his body and position, making it impossible for his draconic might from sliding out of his slit no matter how hard he wanted it too.

“How’s that?” Ebony asks as she runs her digits along the straps, and the silver metal chastity that was smooth along his crotch. The sensation runs through his crotch, arousing Glephnir, a stream damned up, but with each passing moment the pressure grows.

“It feels wonderful.”

“You love it.”

“You want it.”

Glephnir lets out a soft growl, “It is… a new experience,” he mutters.

“You like?”

“You love it.”

“Y-yes,” Glephnir manages to say as he gets a sense that the faceless pony is smiling at him.

“Wonderful. I am so pleased you are enjoying it.”

“You love pleasing Ebony.”

“It is good she is happy.”

“You want to make her happy.”

“But this is just the start. Next comes your hooves. We’ll start with simple ones for now. If you are good, we’ll work to even better ones.”

“You want the better hooves.”

“It is a wonderful idea.”

Glephnir lets out a soft growl, “That sounds nice. I’ll be sure to do well then,” he chuckles heartily as Ebony grabs a set of four black, leather and rubber mixed pony hooves, big and round with a silver metal horseshoe at the base. The boots were designed to only go halfway up the dragon’s thighs of his feral quadrupedal nature. The black hooves are also highlighted with a deep violet color that is accented at the base of the hooves that match the laces that crisscrosses along the front.

“Lift your leg,” says Ebony as her hand touches Glephnir’s right hind leg.

“Obey.”

“You want to obey,” the unknown and unrealized voice says to him.

“Sure thing,” he replies as he raises his leg. He looks over his shoulder, lifting his wings just enough so he can see the kneeling rubber pony, caress his paw and guide it into the hoof. The leather and latex creaks around his clawed digits as they slid in. Glephnir feels the tight grip and squeeze of the boot around his paw and ankle as it is slipped in, the paw pops into place like a plug popping into a hole. The curved sole of the shoe contours around Glephnir’s toes, holding them in place, and as Ebony tightens the lace around the base of the hoof, he feels his paw slip even deeper into place. The tight leather and latex mixed pony boot holds tight to his paw, as the bondage around his digits grows ever more bound and held in place. As he wiggles his toes they feel less and less able to do so as Ebony tightens the laces along the front, finally slipping metal hooks in with the laces at the very top, giving one last firm tug to make sure the boot is tightly snug around his paw and lower thigh before tying it off, and as she pulls away Glephnir feels the comfort of the hoof, and the tight bondage keeping his paw in place.

“Put some weight on it. Let me know how it feels.”

“You love the feel.”

“You want to wear it longer.”

“You want to wear more.”

Glephnir closes his eyes feeling the embracing pony boot around his hind leg. The shoe lifts his one side up a good two inches compared to the rest of him, unbalancing him a little, but at the same time, the sensation of the boot angling his toes, his paw, the pose of it, feels rather delightful and surprisingly liberating, “It feels… nice.”

“Not too tight?” she asks sweetly.

“It’s perfect.”

“Feels good to me,” Glephnir replies as he feels a tingle of pleasure running through his spine, arousing him a bit more, as the leather straps holding his chastity in place, are tugged by the force of his cock’s desire to be free. He lets out a soft grunt.

“Shall I continue?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, please,” he responds as that same arousing sensation is repeated again which causes his wings to flutter.

“Excited I see. Good, very good,” she softly nickers as she goes over to his other leg.

“You love this.”

“You want this.”

“No resistance.”

Glephnir clears his throat a bit, “Well, it is a new experience. I’m just excited for the unknown,” he responds with a grin as he puffs out his chest a little, “I’m not afraid of a little adventure and fun.”

“I like that spirit. Which will be your pony name while here. Spirit. I hope you don’t mind,” she says as she kneels beside his other leg.

“Spirit is a good name.”

“Spirit is a wonderful name.”

“You wish you were born with that name.”

Glephnir thinks for a moment, “Well… considering the possible names. It’s a rather good choice I think,” he replies as he feels a tap on his other hind leg.

“Lift.”

“Obey.”

“As you wish,” Glephnir replies feeling a shiver, a tug in his crotch, warmth spreading through his mind, as his toes curl a little before relaxing as his paw is slipped into the second boot. As he does, he feels a greater sense of completion than before. Like he’s completing another step in joining something wonderful. He wasn’t sure about the sensation, he didn’t even know it existed in his mind, but this sense of accomplishment made him grin as his paw was laced into place, the weight of his back half now properly balanced on two lovely pony boots.

Ebony stands up and runs her hands across Glephnir’s side. His body twitches as he feels the rubber hands run across his scales and fur, his wings flutter a bit, as he shifts his weight from one side the other on his hoofed hind legs, as his rump wiggles slightly. Ebony moves with perfect high gait, bringing her legs up perfectly level to the ground before stepping forward like a perfectly trained pony.

“I see you lead by example.”

“Yes. Thank you for noticing,” she responds as she crouches down by his foreleg as she holds the next boot in hand.

“Ebony is the perfect example.”

“You want to follow Ebony.”

“Obey Ebony.”

Glephnir looks at Ebony as she keeps a firm hold on his paw, “Of course, not a problem,” he responds as he raises his paw. He feels the small rush of delight as before, but as he feels the tense pressure in his loins, he looks down into the boot to see the soft violet lining. His strong, powerful, clawed limb slips into the hoof. The warm embrace of it envelops his paw completely as a sense of helplessness snakes its way into his mind, arousing him further, as he watches the laces get pulled taut and move up his forelimb, his inability to do anything about his current position grows ever clearer to him. Each lace pulled into place, holding him in greater bondage, his body aches for more as Ebony then ties off the top with a nice bow.

“There we go, one more to go, and then we’ll get your pesky wings.”

“It’s good to be held so tight.”

“My wings?”

Ebony stands up and runs her hands along Glephnir’s chest, running her digits around his glowing chest scales as the dragon feels a warm sensation build within where she touches which then crawls up into his body and into his head, “Why yes. You’re a pony. Not a pegasus. No wings.”

“You don’t need wings.”

“You want them bound.”

“They’d only get in the way.”

“D-do they need to be bound?” Glephnir asks as he lets out a soft huff.

Ebony reaches up and runs her hands across his muzzle. Glephnir shivers and moans softly as he leans down into her warm rubber embrace, “Yes they do Spirit. You are my pony.”

“You want to be her good pony.”

“And I will train you as I see fit.”

Glephnir slowly nods, closing his eyes as he lets out another soft moan, “Yes Ebony.”

“Good.”

“Good Pony.”

“Good Spirit.”

Ebony pulls her hands away from Glephnir, only occasionally running her digits down his chest as she moves over to his other leg, “But first your other leg.”

“You want to be hooves.”

“Obey.”

As Ebony moves to gently touch Glephnir’s last remaining leg he lifts it up for her. She looks up at him as he can sense a “smile” from her faceless look as she places the last pony boot under his paw and helps guide it into place, “Very good Spirit. I knew you’d like this,” she says as the pony tightens the straps and completes the hoofing of the dragon. A trickle of pleasure runs down Glephnir’s spine as he feels the completion of part of his ensemble, another delightful step in the path he is taking.

Ebony stands up and walks over to the side of Glephnir as she looks over his massive wings. She nickers softly to herself for a moment as the dragon takes a moment to feel his slightly elevated position. The tight grip of the pony boots around him as he shifts himself within the stall. His tail twitches a little bit as he keeps watching her as she holds up her hand and thick black leather belts with violet metal studs all along the middle, with matching colored leather straps accenting the sides and underneath.

“Keep your wings tightly furled. It will make things easier for me, Spirit,” Ebony commands as he feels the first belt getting rolled over his wings.

“It is good to obey.”

“Obey Ebony.”

“Good ponies obey.”

Glephnir grunts a little as he does as he is told, which is accompanied by another sense of bliss. He closes his eyes to focus on the delight that flows over him, and when he opens his eyes again, he notices the first strap around his left wing is already in place. Ebony tightens the straps and loops off the access belt as she grabs another and repeats the process four more times. Each belt squeezes his left wing into place. Each belt makes it ever more impossible to expand his wings, and leaving his one great strength, the ability to fly to be denied to him. Grounding the great flying dragon, his sense of power draining from him with each tightening tug of the straps.

Glephnir twitches his other wing spreads slightly but when Ebony prances over to his other side, and touches them, Glephnir stiffens and pulls the wing back against him, “Good Spirit. You’re already catching on quick.”

“You want to be praised.”

“Good ponies get praised.”

“Good ponies obey.”

Glephnir swallows a little lump in the back of his throat and nods, “Thank you. I don’t see why I should fight against this. I came here willingly for the pony experience,” he responds as the first strap wraps around his last remaining free wing.

“Yes, you did. And we will go as deep as you feel comfortable with.”

“You want to go deeper.”

“You want to be a good pony.”

Glephnir feels the next strap wrap around his wings as he asks, “Go deeper?”

“We’ll start you at the basics. But if you find yourself comfortable with it. Enjoying yourself. We can go much deeper. This is a level one pony play. While someone like myself is a level ten,” she explains.

“You want to go deeper.”

“You want to go to a full ten.”

“L-let’s see about this first, and then we can find out?” Glephnir suggests as his breaths grow heavy, his heart races at the thought, as his he feels the pressure between his legs, his excitement is tightly held in check by his chastity device.

“Of course,” she responds as she takes a muzzle with a horse bit built into it, “Now it's time to be a good pony and no longer speak except in moans, nickers and neighs,” she says as she holds the bridle and collar out for him.

“You want this.”

“Accept it.”

“No resistance.”

Glephnir eyes the collar and shivers a little. He would tense and curl his toes and fingers if he could. He shifts his weight on his hooves as he opens his mouth and lowers his head.

“That’s a good Spirit,” Ebony says as she gently runs her fingers through his mane.

“Good spirit.”

“Obey.”

Glephnir tenses as he feels those rubber digits against his scales, his head lowers as the collar wraps around his neck and locks into place. The leather has a weight that feels several times greater than it should yet at the same time, it doesn’t weigh him down at all. The leather straps wrap around his head, his mouth opening slightly as the pony bit slips into place, pressing against the back of his mouth. He tastes the bit press into his mouth, his lips curl around it as his ability to speak is quickly nullified, drool slowly pooling in his mouth and off the sides. His tongue coils around the bit as he swallows, soft grunts replacing his speech as he feels the bit grow taut as the leather straps are wrapped around his head and locked into place via the collar.

Blinders built into the bridle line up along his eyes forcing his vision forward so he can only see the front of his muzzle and the stalls that he is in. He grunts softly as Ebony adjusts the straps till they fit perfectly.

“Good Spirit. We are almost done with your gear, and then we can start with basic training,” says Ebony as she walks beside him and grabs a nice and heavy black leather saddle.

“Good pony.”

“Obedient Pony.”

“You want to be a good pony.”

The words swirl in his mind as he tries to watch Ebony, but the blinders make it impossible. He doesn’t know about the saddle till it's placed on the center of his back. Glephnir grunts in surprise by the sudden addition to his attire. The saddle wraps around his body, forcing his wings up against his side. Glephnir closes his eyes feeling the next layer of bondage placed around him as the three leather straps hold the saddle and his wings in place, further pushing him down to the ground, beneath the smooth rubber pony.

Ebony watches the dragon squirm with much delight. She waits several minutes, letting the sensation and feel of his bondage fall into place. The strength of the straps around his head, wings and body, the tight grip of his hooves around his hands and feet, and lastly the weight of the saddle that is a constant reminder of his current state of as a pony, and the thought that when she steps up and mounts him, that he will be truly under her.

“First step is good communication.”

“Communication is important.”

Glephnir grunts and wiggles in the bondage as he nods to her words as she steps into view. “Now pay attention Spirit.”

“Pay attention.”

“Never forget.”

“You will do what I say without question.”

“Obey. Thoughtless.”

“Without hesitation.”

“No reservations.”

“When I ask you a question, it will be simple yes or no questions.”

“Yes or no.”

Glephnir feels as if a smile comes across Ebony’s face. He shivers as he stares into that smooth faceless horse-mug of hers, “One stomp for yes,” she brings her leg up till it's perfectly parallel to the ground before she brings it down with a loud clomp.

“One stomp for yes.”

“And two stomps for no,” Ebony says as she brings her leg up again. Glephnir watches her latex body creak, the smooth black rubber leg wrapped in a tall pony boot that goes most of the way up her upper thigh. The leather of the boot creaks even louder as he watches with laser like focus as she stomps down again.

“Two stomps for no.”

“Do you understand Spirit?” asks Ebony as she gently caresses Glephnir’s head.

“Say yes.”

Glephnir feels the force in the back of his mind as the answer is clear as day in his mind. He lowers his head; his right hind leg raises up as high as he can go before bringing it down with a clop against the hay covered stone floor. An explosion of pleasure bursts out within his mind, his loins tense in the desire to be set free from his bondage as his mind is drawn ever deeper into his new state of being.

Ebony reaches out and pets Glephnir’s mane, petting along his head as Glephnir finds himself helplessly leaning into her touch. Ebony continues to tease and pet the dragon, a fraction of her size, but already as passive as a butterfly, “Good Spirit. Are you ready for your next lesson? It will only get harder from here on out.”

“You want to learn.”

“You want to be a good pony.”

“Say yes.”

Glephnir opens his eyes and looks at Ebony. The smooth slick rubber pony with her dark blue highlights. She stands there breathless, waiting for his response. He raises his hind leg once again and lets it come crashing down with one affirmative stomp. A small explosion of pleasure bubbles in the back of Glephnir’s mind. A soft groan escapes his lips, as the leather straps around his chastity are tugged on once again.

Ebony lets out a soft pleasing knicker as she hooks some reigns to the dragon’s muzzle. The metallic click rings in Glephnir’s ears, another step towards bondage. Another step towards his submission. Another step to becoming Ebony’s good Spirit, “Let's go out for a walk, shall we?”