Mai's Troublesome Filly

by Jack-Inqu13
- do not use without the author's permission.

“Stop crying,” Mai said flatly. “Or I’ll order the horse master to give you more piercings.”

The tears quickly stopped and the blue eyed pony girl glared at the dark haired young woman with the crop. Katara stomped her foot, only to wince in pain.

Something that might have been amusement flickered in Mai’s eyes. “Still not used to the shoes? Don’t worry, I’m told most ponies adapt quickly.” They did look uncomfortable, forcing the younger woman up onto her tiptoes constantly.

She ran a hand over the pony girl’s mohawk, smiling slightly when Katara jerked away with a growl that was muffled by the bit gag in her mouth. “I like the new haircut, and they were even able to save the hair to make your new tail.”

Tugging on the leash and forcing her pony to turn around, Mai admired the stiff tail that protruded from Katara’s panties. She was a little disappointed that it wasn’t actually inserted in the former waterbender’s bottom, but perhaps in time…

The leather armbinder would keep her from using her troublesome bending, and the rest of the outfit was tight and uncomfortable to keep her from focusing on anything besides what her owner demanded of her.

Turning Katara back around, Mai sighed at the glare her pony was giving her. “This would go a lot easier for you if you would stop fighting it so much.” Her expression darkened though her voice stayed the same. “And you have no one to blame but yourself; I just got Zuko back, and I’m not going to lose him to anyone.”

Katara frantically shook her head, her nose ring swinging back and forth, but Mai just rolled her eyes. “Like I’ll believe anything you tell me now; you would say anything to get out of this. I would advise you to forget it.” Satisfaction gleamed in Mai’s dark eyes. “Between your new hairstyle and that outfit, not to mention how isolated and secretive this facility is, no one will recognize you, and your friends won’t be able to find you.”

Rolling her eyes as Katara began crying angry, humiliated tears, Mai said dryly, “I told you to stop crying.” With no more warning than that, her crop flashed out, hitting Katara squarely on her right breast. The thin cloth of her pony girl uniform was no protection at all, and the Southern Water Tribe girl howled in pain, dancing clumsily in place.

“Now you have something to cry about,” Mai informed her matter-of-factly. “Let’s go.” She pulled hard on the leash, forcing Katara to walk behind her. “I want to see if you’ve made any progress in trotting and galloping. I may hook you up to the cart again, so get ready for that.”

She blandly ignored the renewed wails of the pony girl, though a small smile could be seen if someone looked close enough.