Always Wanted a Pony, a story of #Addergoole Yr8 for the Giraffe Call
For an anonymous prompt. This is set in the Addergoole 'verse, whose landing page is here on DW & here on LJ
Content warning: suggested BDSM.
Addergoole Year Eight
"Kneel."
I always wanted a pony.
"Beautiful girl. Open your mouth."
I talked about nothing else as a child. Forget being a ballerina. Forget kittens. Forget pink, even; I wanted leather boots and a saddle, a bit and a bridle and a pony.
"Lovely, wonderful girl. That feels good, doesn't it? Foot. Good girl."
I wanted a dapple pony with a blond mane. My mother called my horse-mad. My father - step-father, to be fair - complained I was trying to bankrupt him.
"Other hoof. You're a lovely thing, done up like this. You want to perform for me, don't you, Cartimandua?"
I wanted to ride in shows. To put the pony through its paces. To be out there in the ring, the center of attention, me and the pony.
"You may speak, pretty girl. Do you want to be on stage for me?"
"Yeshur."
I never thought about how the bit would feel in the pony's mouth.
"Stand, lovely. That's it. Wiggle your tail for me. Beautiful. How do you feel?"
"Guh, shur."
I never thought about how the tail would feel, braided. How the bridle and harness would dig into the cheeks, into the shoulders. How it would feel to be ridden and put away in the stable.
"Beautiful. Mmm.... a little more, I think. Back arched. That's it. That's how they'll see you. Like that. Aren't you the tastiest thing? No, don't answer. Now, now I want you silent. Fours. Arch. Good girl. Walk."
I never thought about being on display, not for my skill, but for my silken mane and lovely coat, the beautiful way I curvetted.
"She's gorgeous, Dill! I love the way you've gotten her dressed up like that! She's absolutely delicious."
I always wanted to ride a pony in the shows. To be out there in front of everyone, putting it through its paces.
"And through the hoop. That's a beautiful girl, my pretty girl, Cartie. Feeling tired? All right, one more loop, and then back to your stable. You just love this, don't you?"
I always wanted a pony. Now that am one... I think when next year comes, I'll get a kitten.
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Content warning: suggested BDSM.
Addergoole Year Eight
"Kneel."
I always wanted a pony.
"Beautiful girl. Open your mouth."
I talked about nothing else as a child. Forget being a ballerina. Forget kittens. Forget pink, even; I wanted leather boots and a saddle, a bit and a bridle and a pony.
"Lovely, wonderful girl. That feels good, doesn't it? Foot. Good girl."
I wanted a dapple pony with a blond mane. My mother called my horse-mad. My father - step-father, to be fair - complained I was trying to bankrupt him.
"Other hoof. You're a lovely thing, done up like this. You want to perform for me, don't you, Cartimandua?"
I wanted to ride in shows. To put the pony through its paces. To be out there in the ring, the center of attention, me and the pony.
"You may speak, pretty girl. Do you want to be on stage for me?"
"Yeshur."
I never thought about how the bit would feel in the pony's mouth.
"Stand, lovely. That's it. Wiggle your tail for me. Beautiful. How do you feel?"
"Guh, shur."
I never thought about how the tail would feel, braided. How the bridle and harness would dig into the cheeks, into the shoulders. How it would feel to be ridden and put away in the stable.
"Beautiful. Mmm.... a little more, I think. Back arched. That's it. That's how they'll see you. Like that. Aren't you the tastiest thing? No, don't answer. Now, now I want you silent. Fours. Arch. Good girl. Walk."
I never thought about being on display, not for my skill, but for my silken mane and lovely coat, the beautiful way I curvetted.
"She's gorgeous, Dill! I love the way you've gotten her dressed up like that! She's absolutely delicious."
I always wanted to ride a pony in the shows. To be out there in front of everyone, putting it through its paces.
"And through the hoop. That's a beautiful girl, my pretty girl, Cartie. Feeling tired? All right, one more loop, and then back to your stable. You just love this, don't you?"
I always wanted a pony. Now that am one... I think when next year comes, I'll get a kitten.
This entry was originally posted at http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/208245.html. You can comment here or there.