Clip clop! Clip clop! Clip clop!

The strong sure rhythm echoed down the street heralding the arrival of Sir Viktor.

Sir Viktor was not only the village’s wealthiest citizen, he was also the unofficial ruler of the entire region. His influence was wide and deep which is why no one remarked when his carriage arrived pulled by six naked women clad only in the leather dressage fitting a ponygirl.

The sleepy hamlet had been rather behind the times, until Sir Viktor had taken a hand in educating the people on the modern world. He had brought better schools, hospitals and even the internet to the tiny village lost in the mountains.

But, as is the wont of humans, with each progression came perversion. Not ten years ago, if some poor lass had walked down main street in a miniskirt, she might have been stoned as a whore. Now, whenever his Lordship came to town, he was preceded by these six women, bare to the eyes of the world!

No one ever spoke to the girls, either from embarrassment, or because Sir Viktor himself, as well as his driver, treated them much as the animals they served as. Mothers would admonish their children for staring at the naked flanks and breasts of the young women, and men would covertly eye them, when their wives were not looking.

It is interesting to note, that whenever Sir Viktor made a visit to town, there seemed an increase in foot traffic in whatever district he was heading. Not to mention an increase in the amorous attentions husbands paid their wives shortly after his departure.

The ponygirls were all local stock, as it were, who applied for work at Sir Viktor’s estate and soon found themselves, by one set of events or another, bitted and bridled. It is intriguing to wonder if it was harder for the villagers to look at their former friends and neighbors now reduced to the class of beasts of burden, or perhaps, if former hostilities caused many hidden smirks amongst the masses.

One unfortunate occurrence, when a father spied his daughter as part of the team causing him to rant and violently abuse the driver brought the matter to a head and demanded an explanation for this rather bizarre display.

A town meeting was called in which Sir Viktor explained he was not kidnaping, nor brainwashing the young women into serving him in such a manner. Rather, for their services, they were paid handsomely, and their families taken care of for the term of their service. When he explained just how well paid and taken care of, one man actual stood and offered his daughter to Sir Viktor for use as a plow mule.

The embarrassed girl, a rather heavy set lass but with a strong seeming frame, blushed profusely and pleaded softly with her father, who ignored her and began a humiliating account of how although she was not as attractive as the other girls they had seen, she was strong and could serve well at pulling a plow.

It wasn’t long after when several others, mostly fathers and husbands but a more wives and mothers than one would think, stood up and offered their girls. Quite quickly, it seemed the problem had solved itself and things continued rather peaceably. Sir Viktor was most pleased as well, as his stables were promptly filled with ponygirls of various levels of attraction for him to use and peruse at his leisure.

To this day, the small village in the hills remains isolated for the most part, it’s population a mere fifteen hundred people. Although it is not known whether this census marks Sir Viktor’s livestock as people or not, one can rest assured, Sir Viktor’s Reforms are here to stay!