Chapter 4. Introduction to The Cart

It was now two weeks that Strawberry had been brought to the ranch and ten days that Sweetlips left for home with her Master.

Everything was going as planed, her training was on schedule and today would be her first day pulling the sulky. She was led out to the paddock area by her nose ring and tied to the railing. From her peripheral vision, she could see Ramon approaching with what looked like a smaller version of a Surry, complete with the fringe on top. It was quite elaborate, painted deep red with crushed red velvet upholstery and decorated in silver and adorned with many sleigh bells. You could tell that whoever built it took a lot of pride in its final design. It looked like it would be quite heavy.

“Do you like my/your pony cart, strawberry,” asked Morning Star.

Strawberry nodded.

“This is the cart that you will be harnessed to when we go on our little jaunts around the ranch. Now hold still while I place the bridle on you and install your bit.”

Strawberry stood perfectly still while her bridle and bit were installed.

“That’s my good pony, now for your harness and mounting the cart to it we will begin our ride.”

Strawberry was surprised at how light the cart was; there was very little weight that actually rested upon her hips. Even when Morning Star entered the cart, Strawberry felt very little extra weight.

“Remember what you were taught, lift those knees high and bring your hoofs down straight and firm. When I flick the reins and click my tongue that’s your signal to start. When I pull back on both reins, you stop. Left tug on your reins, you turn left and on the right, you turn right. Simple. Strawberry was led around the paddock area three times and only had to be reminded twice with the crop to pick up her knees and high-step as she went.

“Very good. And now lets go for a little stroll, shall we.”

They headed out of the paddock and followed the trail that led to a brook that Strawberry remembered when she was a little girl. She used to go swimming there with her chums from school, and when alone, skinny-dipping.

“Remember this brook Strawberry, when we were little kids. Remember, I didn’t know how to swim, you teased me and ridiculed me, called me names and then you and two of your friends pushed me in, I almost drowned. You walked in and yanked me to the shore and walked away laughing. I walked home wet and Pop saw me. He asked me how I got so wet and ruined my new dress? I told him I fell into the brook chasing a calf. I got a wooping because of it. I never forgot that. I bet you don’t even know why you picked on me so much?”

“Mithrih, may I pease efplain wifuot da bit?”

Morning Star removed the bit.

“Thank you Mistress. You might not believe me but I was actually jealous of you.”

“You! Jealous of me, Why?”

“In all the years we’ve known each other how much time has my father spent with me?”

“Well he was in the military and stationed in many places.”

“Yea, and when he was here he was always somewhere else, never with me. Your Pop was always here, bringing you places - like Indian Pow-Wows, the rodeo, the movie house and the ice-cream shop and even buying you pretty dresses. My Dad, never, I didn’t exist, he wanted a boy not a girl.

“I figured if I picked on you he would pay me some attention. You want to know his answer?”

Morning Star couldn’t believe this.

“Don’t bother the hired help. Oh he treated you all fair, it’s just that we were suppose to be better than you. I guess because we owned a good sized ranch and him a Bird Colonel it kinda rubbed off on me after a while and I started to act like him. You know I was twenty-two when he died and I bet I saw him a grand total of three years.

“I’m not telling you this to get out of being a pony. I actually enjoy it. I love all my rings and my nipple bells. My tattoos declaring that I belong to you, my bouquet of roses around my neck, and the tattoo of me as a ponygirl declaring to all what I am. Mistress, when we get back to the ranch, would you have my hoofs permanently mounted. Please.”

Strawberry, is that what you truly want?”

“Yes Mistress, that is what I truly want, and also – your brand on my – my butt-cheeks---well - When I saw the way Sweetlips felt about her master I knew that this was what I want.”

“Very well then, if that is what you want, your wish will be granted. But I want you to finish your cart training first and that should take about another two weeks.”

“Oh yes Mistress, thank you.”

All went well the next two weeks. Strawberry’s training continued and she became one of the best ponies on the ranch. She never had to be disciplined with the whip, oh a few smacks on her ass when she forgot to lift her knees high enough, but never hard enough to be called punishment.

“Well Strawberry, it has been almost six weeks that you have become my pony and two weeks sense you started cart training. You have done exceedingly well in such a short time. I am quite proud of you. If you still want, I will grant you your wish. Remember this though; once your hoofs are made permanent they can never be removed. And, if you have them permanently mounted, your arms will also be incased in leather behind your back, wrist to opposite elbow, never to be able to use them again. Think about this carefully, once done there is no turning back.”

“Yes Mistress, I have given it a lot of thought and this is what I most desire.”

“Very well then, tomorrow morning I will have Ramon prepare for your final transformation.”

“Thank you Mistress, I am fully prepared to have my hooves mounted permanently and my arms incased in leather behind my back just like Sweetlips.”

Strawberry was led to her stall and let her think long and hard about what she had asked for. When Ramon brought her supper he didn’t say a word, he just fed her and later brought her out to relieve herself. She was allowed to roam the paddock area till sundown. When she saw Ramon approaching she asked him why he hadn’t spoken to her all day. It was not like him, he spoke to all the ponies, petted them and ran his hands through their manes. He treated them all with kindness and affection.

“Miss Jessie wants you to think real hard about what you asked her. Strawberry do you know that what you ask can never be reversed, ever?”

“Yes Ramon, I know. I have given this a great deal of thought. It is what I truly want. I will be content and happy knowing that this is what I am, forever!”

“Very well then,” he said sadly. “I will come and get you after you have eaten breakfast and relieved yourself.”

“Do not feel sad for me Ramon, this is what I want.” She followed him back to her stall and was locked in for the night, happy, knowing that in the morning she will truly be complete. That night she had the best sleep she had in a long time.

In the morning she awoke content, this is the day she now knew what she wanted and needed to make her life complete and fulfilled. She was to become a true pony in all aspects of life.

Ramon came into her stall, poured her feed into the trough, ran his fingers through her mane and petted her breasts lovingly.

“Well little pony this is your big day. Take your time eating, I will be back shortly to take you out to the paddock to relieve yourself.” He returned about a half-an-hour later, removed her tail and led her outside. There she relieved herself and allowed to roam free.

An hour later Morning Star entered the paddock and called for her. Strawberry came prancing over, bent her head, and Morning Star ran her fingers through her mane. “Are you still willing to have your hooves permanently mounted and your hands bound behind your back?”

“Yes Mistress.” She said, placing her chin on Morning Star’s shoulder and whispering, “I love you Mistress.”

“Very well,” smiled Morning Star. “Ramon is waiting for you.”

Strawberry, with no lead, followed her into the blacksmith shop. Ramon was standing next to the bench; he picked her up by the waist and placed her sitting on the bench. He removed her ankle bands, unlaced her hoof boots and removed them. He next poured a goodly amount of the bonding agent into one of the boots and spread it around, making sure that the entire surface of the inside was thickly coated. He replaced her hoof boot and laced it back up using stainless steel wire cord. When finished that boot he preceded to her other boot and coating it with the bonding agent then laced it tight.

“Mistress, please have Ramon weld my bands back on!”

“Is that what you really desire?”

“Yes Mistress, I’m sure, it’s what I truly desire, with all my heart.”

“Ramon, weld them on!”

After her bands were welded on she was helped down. As her weight rested on her hoofs she could feel the bonding agent work it’s way around her toes and bond the leather to her flesh. Once set, even if the laces were undone, the boots themselves could not come off, they were truly permanent.

“And now for your arms!” exclaimed Morning Star.

“Yes Mistress.” She high-stepped over to Morning Star, turned around, presenting her arms in back of her so that her arms could be bound, wrist-to-opposite elbow, in leather and steel, sealed forever.

“I have a little surprise for you Strawberry. I was given a hormone that, when injected, you will begin to lactate. Your first injection is to begin now. Ramon, place her on the bench, face up.”

“Yes miss Jessie.”

Strawberry was placed on the bench and Morning Star approached Strawberry with a hypodermic syringe that had a large vile. “Now this will burn a little while being injected, but I know that you will love the after effects that it produces. Not only will you start to lactate in a few days but your breasts will grow at least two cup sizes, become firmer and your nipples will also lengthen nicely.”

Strawberry let out a soft moan as the burning liquid was injected into her breast. Morning Star did not stop until the vile was emptied into Strawberry’s left breast. She took another vile and injected in into Strawberry’s right breast. “There, all finished. We will be doing this at least once a month until you start to lactate freely on your own. Now I am going to unlock your pussy and insert a dildo that will stimulate you as you move.”

Morning Star unlocked Strawberry’s pussy and started to insert the dildo. She couldn’t believe it when the dildo hit Strawberry’s hymen. “What the---Your still a virgin? Oh boy, I not only have a personal pony but a virgin one to boot. Why didn’t you tell me you were still a virgin?”

“Mistress, does it matter that I am still a virgin?”

“No, but I would have liked to know. I’m not going to insert the dildo at this time, but be prepared; sometime in the future it will be done.”

“Mistress, when will that be?”

“Just before I decide to have you impregnated! Ramon, bring me a needle and some fine wire thread.”

Ramon returned with the needle and thread.

Morning Star then proceeded to sew up Strawberry’s pussy. She sewed it up so fine that it looked more like a scar than a pussy. “This will teach you to tell me any secrets that you have. Any more little tidbits that you might like to divulge?”

“No Mistress, none.”

Two days later Strawberry started to lactate. She woke that morning; her breasts felt heavy and her nipples sore, her milk leaking quite profusely. She was actually scared; she thought that something was terribly wrong. When Morning Star entered the stall Strawberry crawled over to her crying, “Mistress, something is wrong, my---my breasts---my nipples are oozing a milky-white liquid.”

“Perfect, that’s exactly what is suppose to happen. You are lactating. Now come and stand before me.”

When Strawberry stood, her Mistress bent down and took one of Strawberry’s nipples into her mouth and started to suckle her breasts. “Oh you do taste good. You should give at least a quart a day to start. Now follow me and I will milk you. She was bent over a padded sawhorse and a basin was placed under her breasts. Morning Star started to squeeze and tug on Strawberry’s nipples She couldn’t believe that she could produce so much milk on her first milking. By the end of two weeks she was giving over a quart a day. Her breasts went from a thirty-six ‘C’ to a double ‘E’. Her nipples now stood out over an inch-and-a-half. But to her amazement her breasts didn’t sag, instead they were firmer and actually rode higher on her chest.

Strawberry now needed to be milked twice a day, not only did she need it but she enjoyed it, too. She would readily bend over the milking rail and as Morning Star kneaded and tugged on Strawberry’s nipples, she would moan softly in pure ecstasy.

Three weeks later Strawberry started having her period, Morning Star removed the stitching, unlocked the rings, and let Strawberry menstruate normally.

Making sure that Strawberry was finished, Morning Star entered Strawberry’s stall before daybreak, placed two fingers into Strawberry’s pussy and started to play with her. While Strawberry was still half-a-sleep and moaning softly, She quickly and without warning, shoved the dildo into Strawberry’s pussy and locked her back up. Strawberry woke with a start and saw the trickle of blood coming from her pussy.

“There, your cherry’s now broken and you’re still a virgin. That didn’t hurt now, did it?”

“No - no Mistress,” she lied. “Well just a little,” she admitted. “More of a shock I guess.”

“Now, when I pick your mate, he’ll be able to take you without having to fight his way past any obstacles and you will be able to enjoy it, too.”

“Yes Mistress, thank you.”

With the dildo in her pussy, and rubbing against the tender inner- walls of her vagina when she moved, she felt as if she was in a constant state of arousal. ‘If this is what sex feels like,’ she thought, ‘Damn what took me so long?’ She truly enjoyed taking her mistress for her buggy ride; even doing her regular exercises became enjoyable.

Strawberry has been a pony for over six months now and would never even think of returning to her human self. ‘This is everything I could ever hope for in life. I have someone who loves me, takes care of me, and most of all, I love her.’

To see Morning Star with Strawberry one would think that Strawberry was truly a pony. When Morning Star approached, Strawberry would prance over to Morning Star, bow and curtsy then stand and rest her chin on Morning Star’s shoulder. She would rub her cheek against Morning Star’s cheek as Morning Star gently stroked her breasts and tweaked her nipples, which would bring a soft moan to Strawberry’s lips. ‘Yes, this is where I belong.’

“Come on Strawberry, time for your shave and depilatory treatment. After I have a little surprise for you.” How she loved to be shaved. It was a ritual, even ceremonial in some ways. Every other Saturday morning after doing her duty and her milking, she was led into the wash rack where a bench was set up. She was placed, face up and locked to it, though this was only for show, she would never resist. Morning Star would remove the small locks from Strawberry’s pussy rings, bend down and kiss her now dripping pussy, drinking in her juices. “Oh yes, I named you correctly, Sweetlips was right, you do taste like strawberries.” She would then take the dildo out, wave it under Strawberry’s nose, and let her taste her own sweet juices.

The gentle way Mistress would spread the shaving cream, take the razor and work around the rings, making sure that she didn’t nick the flesh, the way she would tug on the clit chain, bringing forth mounting orgasms.

“Are you ready for your treat for being such a good pony?”

“Yes mistress, I am ready.” Knowing what was coming.

Morning Star climbed up on the bench and straddled Strawberry’s face, lowered herself and let Strawberry have her sweet treat. She came, letting out with a low guttural moan that came from the very depths of her very being.

When finished she dismounted and got Strawberry ready for her shower.

“Mistress, did I satisfy you this morning?”

“Yes, you did good.”

“Thank you mistress.”