“What do you mean?” She pulled at the cuffs on her wrists, trying to shy away from him as he began to pull the cups of her bra down over her breasts. “What the hell is a ponygirl?”
“A ponygirl is something very special, princess. Like any good beast of burden, she wears tack and harness to make it easier for her owner to control her.” He yanked the bra down, exposing her breasts as she cried out. “She performs menial tasks for her owner, as well, excelling at manual labor like her truly equine sisters.”
“But why!? Why do you have to do this to me?” she sobbed as his hands cupped her bare breasts.
“What truly makes a ponygirl what she is, and what makes her truly special, is the moment when she forgets that she is human at all, realizing her place as something less than human,” he contin
