The Notnilk Prophecy

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The Notnilk Prophecy part 2 Pony Irene

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and,...

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and especially,...

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For those into this genre of fiction,...

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snip!

"Mg-g-g-tpfth! Sniff! Snort! Whinny! Sob! Gr-r-r-r-runt!"

slap! slap!

x 23

jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! ingle! jangle! jingle! jangle!

ingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! ingle! jangle! jingle! jangle!

x lots

"Tee! Hee! Gosh, horsy, your tits act more like jello then jello! All that jiggling is really getting me wet! When your grooming is done, and after you swallow that payload, I might need the service of your tongue! Then, maybe Mr. Baxter will reward you with a nice ass-reaming, before cumming in your mouth!"

Tris was teasing Suzanne's nipples with a fistful of cut-off hair, making the throbbing points more so. She winked at Donald, who was behind the trembling pony, snipping away.

"How many more, darling?"

snip!

"Mg-g-g-tpfth! Sniff! Snort! Sob! Whinny! Gr-r-r-r-runt!"

"O-Only one, n-now!"

slap! slap!

x 24

jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jangle! jingle! jangle!

x a lot

"Wonderful! You hear that, horsy? Tee! Hee! The watershed has arrived!"

"Yeah! Here come de judge!", Samourah blurted.

Tristin gripped the final braid, dragging it before Suzanne's tearful eyes; tugging it like a leash.

"It probably took years to grow this, huh horsy? Wow, what a Kodak moment!"

"Sob! Sniff! Whinny! Whimper!"

"Go ahead, darling, do the honors!"

snip!

"No-o-o-o-o-o-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeghtghtg-g-g-tpfth! Sniff! Snort! Whinny! Sob! Sob! Whinny! Sob!"

"Gee, horsy, with all that weight off your scalp, you must be feeling extra nimble. I'll bet you'll do the final tally with gusto --- make those big tits really undulate!

"Sniggy! Poon! Stand yourselves ready, just in case she doesn't."

"Okey-doke, Mizz T.!"

"Yas, Mizz T.!"

The two stablehands leaped into action, wielding # 5 crops, of course. Poon stationed himself behind the pony, pressing a crop against her bare soles; Sniggy went frontside, crop-diddling the hairless puss.

Donald moved frontward too, eyes riveted on his former colleague. As she revved up, his smile nearly fractured his jaw.

Unfettered girl-bags and locomotion!

What a combo!

"Mg-g-g-grunt! Sob! Whinny! Grunt!"

slap! slap!

slap! slap!

slap! slap!

etc

jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jangle! jingle! jangle!

jangle! jingle! jangle! jangle! jingle! jangle!

x ditto

Suzanne Montgomery, once a paragon of demure elegance, obediently galloped her big bare tits to the final count. Spattering sweat. Pummeling her ribcage with herself!

"Ga-a-a-a-awd! Will you look at that!", Tristin sighed. "If that doesn't do it for you, your dead!"

Donald offered no argument. It's a good thing optic-nerves are robust. If not, his eyeballs might've been popped out!

slap! slap!

slap! slap!

slap! slap!

etc

jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jangle! jingle! jangle!

jangle! jingle! jangle! jangle! jingle! jangle!

x lots

And it wasn't just the pony's wiggly girl-glands that loomed so captivating ( although that did contribute a lot! ).

It was the entire package!

The gamy bondage;

total nakedness;

jangling adornments;

brazen hairlessness;

unabashed humiliation;

more girl-sweat then at a WNBA game!

Let's face it, in the manly-world,... although utterly unexplainable,... perspiration glistening on a nude female; drip-dropping from her bare heels,... is,... errr,... ahhh,... swell!

"Mnghnghnghg-g-g-grunt! Whinny! Whinny! Grunt!"

slap! slap!

etc

jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jingle! jangle! jangle! jingle! jangle!

jangle! jingle! jangle! jangle! jingle! jangle!

x way lots

Yeah! Really swell!

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Buz-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-zttt!

"Mg-g-g-g-gh! No-o-o-epftpft! Whinny! Sputter! Sob!"

Tristin and Donald flanked the still-bound Suzanne, running electric-clippers up the sides of her head.

The ponygirl clearly wasn't liking it, but fidgeting only made herself more jiggly --- in fact, ball-breakingly so!

"Boo hoo! Sputter! Mg-pft-mnmnmght! Whinny! Sob! Sob!"

Buz-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-zttt!

Each pass sheared ultra-close. half-inch hair floated like snow.

"Wow! This is p-pretty radical!", Donald gulped. "Y-you sure you wanna go this short? It's gonna make her tits look absolutely colossal!"

"Tee! Hee!", Tristin giggled. "That's the idea, silly! All Notnilk ponies are purposely groomed to accentuate their feminine attributes."

Buz-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-zttt!

"N-No k-kidding?"

Donald felt increasingly jacked as he buzzed away. For some reason, this was all really getting to him. His dick felt like a baseball bat! Why the hell was that?

Is there a Psychiatrist in the house?

Tristin positioned her clippers right at the front of Suzanne's hairline ( what was left of it, anyway ).

"Let's really get down to business, shall we, horsy? Say bye-bye to bad-mane days!"

"No-o-oeeegopfpft! Sob! No-o-oeeegopfpft! Sputter! Sob! Whinny! Whinny!"

Buz-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-zttt!

Directly down the middle; flush with scalp! That's how it went.

Over and over and over again!

Tristin ran clippers over Suzanne's crown. Donald sheared her occiput.

Then vice-versa, switching like a tag-team, razoring-off every last strand of pony-hair!

Buz-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-zttt!

Buz-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-zttt!

Buz-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-zttt!

Buz-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-zttt!

"Nooooogah-gah-gapft! Boo-hoo! Snort! Sob! Whin-n-n-n-n-n-ny! Sob! Sniff!"

And with each encore, progressively finer, higher-pitched shears were utilized.

"Look at it, horsy", Tristin lectured, "This is a #5 United, the most powerful, fine-croping shears on the market! It'll cut fuzz from a peach!"

"Sob! Whimper! Whinny!"

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

And when it seemed like the pony's scalp couldn't be sheared any closer without employing a blade, Samourah stepped forward with a remote-control, dark eyes mischievously flashing!

"W-What t-that f-for?", Donald jabbered.

"You'll see, silly", Tristin giggled.

"Yeah! Yo shore-as-shit will!", Samourah added. Then she pressed the red button.

Z-z-z-z...zzzzzzzaht!

"Ga-a-a-a-fthothfpph! Gr-r-r-r-uuuuustpdt! Snort! Sob! Gah-h-h-h-h-hrgrgrgrghpftpftthy-h-h-httt!"

Suzanne's dongs and skewerings lit up again! Sparks flew! Steam drifted upward. Another fit jolted the naked ponygirl. Sinew twisted. Rump muscle shuddered. Udders gavotted.. And most importantly, the fuzz on her head stood on-end!

...zzzzzzzaht!

"Ga-a-a-a-fthothfpph! Gr-r-r-r-uuuuustpdt! Whin-n-n-n-n-n-ny! Snort! Sob!"

"Hold it at that level", Tristin ordered, as she surveyed Suzanne's scalp. Then she pulled on a pair of rubber gloves.

"With a black-haired pony, you've gotta shear 'em really close, before you move on to the blade! A #5 United, coupled with mini-electrocution, usually suffices."

......zzzgzgzgzgzzzzz...zgzgzgzzzzaht!

"Ga-a-a-a-fthothfpph! Gr-r-r-r-uuuuustpdt! Snort! Sob! Gr-r-r-r-uuuuustpdt! Gr-r-r-r-uuuuustpdt! Sob!"

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

...zgzgzgzgh...zzzgzgzzzzz...zgzgzgzzzzaht!

"Ga-a-a-a-fthothfpph! Gr-r-r-r-uuuuustpdt! Snort! Sob! Grunt! Whinny! Whin-n-n-n-n-n-ny!"

"Wow", Donald exclaimed. "Her scalp veins are unbelievably engorged, and jaws couldn't get more clenched! She's really determined to keep that goo-load in check!

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

"Yeah! And when we get her totally smooth and shiny, she's gonna look even more resolute! And if her CMR is as good as I think it's gonna be, she'll be udderly sensational! if you'll excuse the pun! Tee! Hee!"

"CMR?"

"Say, Mizz T.?", Samourah interrupted, still keeping a steady finger on the button. "When's yo gonna give Mr. Baxter de real skinny on dat pony's payload!"

.....zgzgzgzgh...zzzzzzzaht!

"Tee! Hee! I guess now's as good a time as any."

"Wha,.. wha-da-ya mean?", Donald jabbered."

( Ed. note: for more on CMR, see chpt. 19 )

Shearing the left side of Suzanne's head, Tristin adopted a coy tone.

"Darling, are you aware, that according to Notnilk protocol, a cum-gag's benefactor is considered the recipient's rightful ponymaster?"

.....zgzgzgzgh...zgzgzgzgh...zzzzzzzaht!

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

"No-o-o-o-o", Donald slowly replied, as if he wasn't sure he wanted to hear what was coming.

"A ponymaster gets to define sexual bearing --- whether a pony gets bred with a stud --- or mated with another female --- or maybe just kept as a stable-pet, for ass-fucking and swallowing, you know, stuff like that!"

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

Biz-z-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-u-z-z-zttt!

Samourah giggled. This was gonna be good.

Donald looked perplexed --- like he'd just greeted an uninvited policeman at the front-door.

"The semen she's harboring is your's, darling! Tee! Hee! Hee!"