Chapter 1: Iron Heel

Amy stood at the top of the hill overlooking the walled town in the distance surprised by the activity outside its outer walls. She was far from any major cities to her knowledge; a majority of the towns out in the Waste were small villages that claimed no sovereign and mining communities. The air smelt dry and dirty, wrinkling her nose at the smell of clustered humans and burning coal. Amy shook her head clearing the darker smell of meat cooking on open fires.

She began to back away from the sight of the walled city, but jerked back to attention by the leather reins attached to her bit. Amy shook her head, listening to the jingling metal and leather that wrapped around her head and face like a horse’s bridle. She felt her master’s firm grip on the reins as his boots pressed into her flanks forcing Amy to stop in place. Her rider bent over stroking Amy’s side and hair, soothing her with his words.

Amy stood in place tossing her head and letting out a protesting whinny, letting her rider know she wasn’t happy about going to this town. Stomping her hoof in the dry and dusty ground, Amy remained steady fast in place. She felt him shift in the saddle sitting on her lower back, amused how she hardly felt the heavy leather saddle or her 250-pound rider anymore.

"What’s wrong love?" Her master asked her.

Amy sometimes wished she could actually talk in this dimension or realm, still a little unclear where Jenova actually existed. Whatever made it possible for her to run miles without even being winded or carry a grown adult around on her back for hours at a time, also forced to her to only make horse sounds and animalistic grunts. It would have made explaining the unease of riding into the walled town easier, if Amy could understand why exactly she was uneasy.

She stomped her foot in frustration and let out an even more frustrated whinny, her rider settled himself back into the saddle.

"Nothing to be worried about Amy, it's just a little harmless town. We’ll get some food and some rest and be off by tomorrow." He said stroking Amy’s body in a manner not encouraged by his culture.

Amy swished her tail swatting his hand away, very aware that if she let it go farther she’d be sleeping outside again this night. She normally wouldn’t have cared, but the dark clouds in the distance and the whispers of the wind spoke of rain. Plus it also meant she wouldn’t be released from her harness, already imagining a good wash and rub down. After a ten long days of being ridden through the Waste, eating the brown sage grass, and sleeping exposed, Amy felt her own comfort override her uneasy feeling about the town.

"So predictable you are, my love. The mere thought of a bath and you’ll fight through the hordes of barbarians to get your way. I’ll make sure you get one and a bath for me." He straightened in the saddle, looking out at the town, a dark plume of smoke rising from smokestacks.

Amy felt his boots press into her sides hard and the shake of her reins before he clicked his tongue and his "Yah!" Amy tossed her long mane of blonde hair and began a heavy trot down the sloping hill, her hooved feet working their way through the dusty dirt. Amy was quietly grateful for the support her harness gave her ample chest as she broke into a headlong gallop across the shrubless plains.

Amy felt him ride high on the saddle his hands gripping the reins tightly as he guided her down trail towards the next sloping hill. Amy bit down hard on her bit, feeling it pull at the corners of her mouth as she veered left avoiding a large rock jutting out of the ground, Amy’s attention on the road ahead. She could feel the little bit of drool escape her parted lips and splatter against her naked torso. Amy’s legs pumped up and down as she devoured the distance to the walled town. Amy kept her nose alert and eyes watching the trail rush by her, while he continued to press her on.

A small dust cloud rose from under Amy’s hooves, Amy keeping her eyes on the town growing with each stride. Amy enjoyed the air working itself around her and the freedom she achieved when the world began to narrow to the road and her body. Her body moved like a well-oiled machine everything working as one entity. The ground was hard underfoot, something Amy preferred, but far too dusty with all the dirt clinging to her body.

Galloping down the plains, Amy spotted the two mounted men standing on guard before a tall trail point. Amy had learned trail points normally housed the King’s Soldiers to thwart most bandits from preying too close to cities. Amy felt him pull slowly on the reins, slowing her to a casual restrained trot. Amy fell into form, high stepping with ease as she trotted up to the guardsmen. She felt her rider shift in the saddle; his uneasiness with any form of king’s presence including a squad of guards out on the Waste was well documented.

Amy eyed the two guards dressed in the red-green livery of the Mandarin kingdom carrying two long pointed spears. Mounted on a dark stallion and a darker mare, Amy felt herself getting sized up by both guards and mounts. Amy eyed the almost black mare, dressed in the king’s reddish harness showing off her rather timid and scarred body. Amy felt a twinge of pity for the pathetic creature that had never known better treatment, watching her large rider swat her flanks to move forward.

Amy attention was drawn to the larger dark stallion, grinning proudly beneath all his tack and flaunting his excessive muscles. Amy’s eyes were drawn to the huge member growing between his legs, Amy slowing her trot as she neared the stallion being controlled by the stern hard man sitting atop him. Her master patted Amy’s side whispering not to worry about her very noticeable admirer. Amy nodded her head and strode up to the guards who slowed their mounts before her.

"What business do you have traveler?" the tall thin guard atop the stallion asked.

"I seek lodging and food for the night and a place to stable my pony. Nothing more, Sir Guard." He said with a casual dismissal.

Amy gritted her teeth and hung her head low giving the guards the impression she was worn, which wasn’t that far from the truth. Of course it gave her larger eyeful of the stallion’s raging hard on and heavy balls, Amy working her attention to the black mare. Amy could see the years of harsh and almost cruel treatment on the mare’s hide. Amy closed her eyes at the sight of the mare’s almost crisscross scars from her thighs up her backside.

"State your name, traveler." The larger guard asked, shifting against his saddle.

"Rowan of Adderwood, fourth son of Duke Horn." Amy smiling at the well rehearsed lie.

"I see… We’ve been on the look out for a horse thief and your mare isn’t a common breed out on the Waste. She wears the brand of conquered Rohan Kingdom, which is uncommon since its blood lines were suppose to have been destroyed." A hint of suspicion on his voice, both mounts catching the unspoken commands.

Rowan shifted uncomfortably in the saddle, feeling tense and berating himself for branding Amy with an almost illegal seal. "My father bought her and her mother well before the Rohan decided to even consider disobeying our king, Joshin. She’s a sturdy mare, loyal too as a dog. The Rohan’s bred the best ponies in the kingdom before the king ended their lines."

"True, enough Lord Rowan. Take leave, my lord." The tall guard said, releasing his suspicions about Rowan.

Amy knew it was a plausible enough story, one he’d told countless times at almost every trail point. Amy felt him press his boot lightly against her side, Amy slowly walked away from the guards who flanked her. Amy sensed it as the eyes of the stallion followed her tail’s back and forth motion, Amy getting the idea she’d be in his dreams later tonight.

They had only gotten a few feet from the trail point when the tall guard called out to Rowan, asking him to hold a second. Amy came to another stop glancing back seeing the huge erection bouncing back and forth in-between the stallion’s powerful legs, Amy blushing at the sight. Amy still had a little trouble reminding herself, the stallion was simply an animal having very little control over his body’s functions.

Rowan sat alert in the saddle, distracting Amy from her peep show at the well-hung stallion. Rowan was expecting to bolt at the moment’s hesitation, something Amy had a feeling would end badly for her and even more for him. If they had figured out who Rowan really was, it would be a harder journey to the border of the Waste.

"I’m sorry, my lord. But if you wish to rest tonight I suggest the Iron Nail, the wenches are pretty enough and the stables cleaner." He said with a jovial gesture.

"My thanks, Sir Guard." Rowan snapped Amy’s reins and they were off again.

The trot from the trail point to the entrance to the walled city wasn’t long but Amy had not enjoyed the growing smell of meat and coal. Amy walked carefully through the deeply rutted road leading up to the raised gate of the entrance. She spied several ponies pulling carts of hay and other products, she guessing to the marketplace. They had little trouble gaining entrance to the city, Amy discovered was called Iron Heel. No one cared much for the dark brand against Amy’s exposed ass or the dirty rider who led his mare through the cobbled streets.

Amy hated the sound of her horseshoes against the cobblestones, feeling as if she could start a fire with the sparks that she sometimes produced. Amy also didn’t like the press of the people and ponies around her, something she’d not grown accustomed too. She was used to how to act, Rowan had seen to that when he’d first caught and trained her in the Rohan ways. Amy had learned very much about Jenova during those first couple weeks.

She drew her attention back to the cobble stone streets following the commands of Rowan as he led her through the town he had no knowledge of. He didn’t have that much money and seemed to be wandering aimlessly in search of cheap lodging. Amy knew that if he couldn’t find lodging, Amy would be spending the night in some public stall alone and cold, while her master spent the night in the stall with her.

"Whoa." Rowan said, Amy coming to a stop in the street, while her master dismounted. She felt the weight upon her back vanish as he landed on the cobblestones beside her. Lifting her reins over her head, he led her by foot towards a hitching post in front of a small inn with a wolf on the front. Amy pressed her face against his armor, and licked the side of his head, a form of affection when she was bitted and harnessed.

He petted her face and looped her reins around the heavy wooden post, telling her not to go anywhere while he checked out the prices. Amy neighed and pushed her head against his shoulder, urging him to hurry up. Amy glanced around, feeling alone being the only pony hitched on the street. The tall buildings that shadowed her from the darkening sky didn’t bother Amy. She turned her attention to her full bladder, parting her legs to let the hot stream splash down on the cobblestones. Relieved, Amy viewed her surroundings, while contently waiting for Rowan to return.

Chapter 2: The Yawning Wolf

The town reminded her of a very small version of lower London with the brick fronts and windows, but the sharp steep houses. It had an old feeling to it, Amy wondering how long Iron Heel had been a city. Amy kept her mind occupied with math problems from Algebra class and remembering the words to her favorite songs before Rowan reappeared with a plump woman.

The woman walked straight up to Amy and poked her hard in the side, Amy letting out a yelp. Amy snorted angrily at the woman whose hand gripped the silver ring hanging from in between Amy’s thighs from her very sensitive clitoris. Amy let out a whimper and dropped her head low not wanting her to pull on the ring, listening to the woman chuckle about knowing how to get a mare’s attention. She couldn’t disagree as she felt the woman slid her finger into Amy’s naked pussy, Amy feeling the woman’s grease covered fingers press against her vaginal walls. She pulled out and slid her hands up Amy’s body to her ample chest and pulled Amy’s mouth open checking her teeth. Amy was very concerned, snapping at the woman.

"Fine pony you have, Sir Cornwell. I bet she’d better tempered after a good wash and rest." The woman said, with her hand resting on Amy’s ass.

"My thanks."

"Come, Sir Cornwell, I’ll show you were you can stable her and even wash some of the road off her rather exquisite hide."

Rowan untied Amy’s reins and tugged her away from the post, following the plump woman down a dirty alleyway into the back of the inn. A small stable sat adjacent to the inn with bales of hay near the entrance and a small area around the corner. The woman explained where Rowan could wash his mare down. Rowan thanked her and led Amy towards the wash area, stopping to listen to the woman comment her son would be glad to clean his pony’s tack for a gold piece. Rowan thanked her and told her to send the boy around in about 15 minutes.

The area behind the stables was a small drain with a pump and hose with a desk of grooming tools neatly set out and clean. Amy wondered if the inn woman’s son was responsible for caring for the stables. Rowan seemed content, Amy watching him neatly tie her reins to a hook above her head, forcing her head up. She couldn’t see him walk behind her and pull up one of her hooves. She felt the tool working itself around the metal horseshoe she wore on her hoof, picking out all the crap that had dried under her hoof. He worked quickly to clean the other hoof, before letting her leg back down.

Amy felt him unhitch the saddle bags attached to the saddle, resting them on a shelf. Rowan carefully unbuckled the straps and buckles that kept the saddle on her back. He lifted the saddle from her lower back were it sat putting it on the saddle box to his left. Amy felt his hands begin to unbuckle the harness she wore most of the time. The crisscrossing straps kept her breasts supported and exposed, and her arms pinned behind her back; and ran between her thighs. She’d once found the harness revealing, but knew it had a purpose without interfering with the rest of her body.

She felt the harness loosen itself from her arms and body and moments later found herself only collared and bridled as he removed the dark leather straps from her naked body. Amy felt his hands unbuckle the collar and remove it from her neck, feeling a rope replace it around her neck. Amy couldn’t care about the halter line as he undid her reins and unclipped them from the bit. Amy opened her mouth wide as he removed the metal bit and began removing the straps encircling her head. Moments later, Amy found herself completely free from her tack and Rowan leading her into the wash area.

Amy whinnied as he began pumping the water sending a jet of cold water against her naked flesh. Amy shied away from the jet of water, leashed by the halter rope around her neck, preventing her from getting too far from Rowan. Rowan was enjoying the game of keep away as much as Amy was, Amy aware he enjoyed her almost playful nature.

Amy tired of the game and stood in the middle of the drain allowing Rowan to soak her young body in the chilly water. Amy shivered in the open air as Rowan filled a bucket of soapy water. Rowan brought the bucket over and began lathering her back the soapy water, his hands rubbing her sore muscles. Amy whimpered as his hands moved down her back to the base of her long blonde tail that jutted from just above her heart shaped ass. She felt him running his hands through the long hair making sure it was lathered with thick foam before returning to her ass.

His strong calloused hands worked into the soft flesh of her exposed ass, his thumbs spreading her cheeks and soaping up her crack. Amy yelped as he forced the soapy water into her asshole making sure to wash it thoroughly as he moved down to her long powerful legs. Amy felt him purposefully avoid her inner thighs as he lathered the soap against her long legs.

Rowan ran his hands down the length of her legs, stopping at her ankle where a blonde tuff of fur showed the beginning of her hoof. She watched him carefully scrub her ankles and hoof, commenting she’d need a manicure soon. He came around to her front, running his hands up her inner thighs brushing the small silver ring hanging from her clit. He gently moved the ring he’d pierced her with as he washed her pussy and naked mound. Amy flushed as his hands playing with her nether regions. She grew very aroused as his hands slid between her folds and slowly fingered her. He smiled at his teasing, moving from her mound up her flat washboard stomach.

Amy snorted at him leaving her very much aroused and denying her release, as his hands grasped her firm breasts in his hands. She whimpered as his fingers tweaked her long nipples and touched the rings that he’d also included in her nipples. Rowan carefully spun each ring in the hole he’d made, moving his sponge up her chest and neck. She closed her eyes as he began soaping her face and hair, telling her not to move as he ran his hands through her long length of golden blonde hair.

Amy yelped as the cold water rinsed her off, opening her blue eyes carefully, using her hands to rub the soap away. Amy knew Rowan found his mare’s strange use of her arms curious, but accepted it as one of the many surprising things about her. She gave him a wicked smile as he came at her with a towel, drying her off slowly and giving her the release she yearned for.

Amy stood in the middle of the drain, Rowan carefully brushing out her long blonde mane, when the inn woman’s son appeared. He stopped at the sight of Amy standing thoroughly washed and enjoying the grooming her master gave her. She spotted the boy watching them before Rowan did, thanks to her honed and enhanced senses. She gave him a wink and smile before nuzzling her master in a very affectionately manner.

"I see that stallion got to you as much as you got to him. But beloved, we have a visitor and it’s inappropriate to just ignore him." Rowan said, looking up at the boy. "Come out of the darkness, boy. You’re the son our hostess spoke of?"

The boy was slow to answer, "Yes, My lord."

Amy watched the hesitation in his eyes, his attention captivated by Amy standing before him. Amy enjoyed the flattery and thrust out her chest and tossed her long mane displaying her body to the boy no older than 18. Amy enjoyed the attention she received; spending most of her time naked as a pony girl it was hard to arouse boys like she did back on Earth. Amy thought she might be a little of an exhibitionist by default or just very proud of her nubile body.

Amy wasn’t too far from being an incredibly attractive girl on Jenova by any standards if it wasn’t from the very noticeable features that made her an animal to all of Jenova. Amy was barely 19, with a light tan, something Amy maintained even under the hottest sun. She wasn’t very tall, just about 5’8, with no body fat or baby fat, having burned it all off. She was quite a vision - ample chest of D-cup breasts with silver rings through her nipples and a naked mound exposing her pink nether lips, parted by the silver ring hanging from her clit.

But Amy was a pony girl on Jenova for several reason, the main being her long blonde tail growing from her behind and her feet hooves. The dark brand against her left flank marked her as Rowan’s property, something he’d done to her while breaking her in. She was stronger and much faster than any normal human, her body almost designed to run and pull things. Amy could understand why ponies had become the main source of transportation on Jenova. Amy had gathered from Rowan, ponies also had a shorter gestation cycle than regular humans, making it easier to breed them. Amy had also concluded from reports and Rowan’s behavior, any intimate relations between a pony and a human was very taboo, a type of bestiality.

"She’s beautiful, My Lord. I’ve never seen a real Rohan mare before." The boy said.

"She is, but none of this My Lord, call me Rowan would you. What’s your name, boy? And how did you know she’s of Rohan stock?" Rowan asked curious.

"Tivoli. Yes, My…Rowan. I know ponies. I know all the bloodlines and all the brands in the 9 kingdoms. Most ponies don’t wear a triangle set, but a pentagram or square set of rings. The Rohan are renowned for using triangle sets to control their mares and stallions. Her tail is longer than any normal Guilder mare; she’s also too blonde to be of Winter Reed stock. I’ve only heard of the Rohan stock, but she must be because of the brand upon her flank. I recognize it from the books I’ve seen, the triple stars symbolize royalty."

"Clever lad, you know you’re ponies. But you’re wrong about her being Rohan stock."
"Really, what is she? I’ve a bet with my brother she’d be Rohan, but he thinks she’s a Quitter-Rend mix."

"Well, Amy was trained in the badlands of Rohan and she is officially a Rohan mare now, but she isn’t of any known bloodline. She’s a wild mare from beyond the badlands of Rohan who saved my life." Amy nodding it was true.

"Amy? What does that mean?" The boy asked.

"Well in Rohan old texts, Amy is translated to be "Beloved"." Amy smiling that he’d managed to call her by her birth name by sheer coincidence.

"So you can tell your brother she’s Rohan stock. And if you want lead her into the stables and feed her right, she’ll be very generous to you." He rubbing Amy back and giving her a knowing wink.

The boy shook his head quickly and stepped forward cautiously taking Amy’s halter rope from Rowan. Amy watched Rowan begin to walk away towards the inn, where he’d get fed and a good night rest. Amy’s stomach growled at the thought of something to eat, even if it was only some old hay. The boy tugged the rope and Amy obediently followed, but Rowan stopped him.

"Tivoli, could you finish grooming her up? And do me a favor, don’t feed her some old hay. It’s a long distance between Iron Heel and the next town." Rowan said, tossing Tivoli a large copper coin.

"Of course, Rowan." Amy watched him slipped the copper into his inner pocket.

He tugged the rope and led Amy around the building into the stable, where a number of stalls were occupied, though a majority of them were still empty. Tivoli led her to a stall, where he picked up the latch and slid the door open. Amy knew every stall door in Jenova seemed to be designed to never be opened from the inside. She followed the boy into the small stall and quietly obeyed as he turned her around so she faced another, younger mare across from her.

He tied her halter rope to a hook on the front of the stall post, forcing Amy to remain standing, while he disappeared out the open door. Amy chuckled - she could have easily removed the rope around her neck and walked out of the stall. But Rowan had paid for the stall and she was too tired to cause much trouble.

The boy returned moments later with a happy grin on his face, carrying a feedbag in his left hand and a large carrot in the other. He waved the carrot in front of Amy’s face, telling her it was for dessert if she was good. Amy whinnied her agreement; laughing at the thought of being bribed with a carrot to obey. Amy understood why the boy seemed to think she’d be uncooperative, having seen the ponies on Jenova not always the brightest bunch, but Amy often felt insulted being compared to them.

The boy came forward with the feedbag holding it open just below Amy’s face, Amy already knowing what would happen if she lowered her head. She didn’t really care as she pressed her face into the bag trying to scoop up the oats into her mouth, Tivoli quickly buckling it behind her head. Amy picked up her head, quietly munching on the oats, hay, and mixed grains contently. She found herself already thinking about the carrot, a welcome change from her diet of grass and oats. She always wished she could eat and drink at the same time, but it never seemed to work for her unless she was out in some field near some stream enjoying the sun.

Tivoli busied himself cleaning out the stall around her, whistling as he scooped up the manure left by some other animal that’d used the stall last. He cleaned away most of the straw and scraped the dirt, breaking it up with the rake. Amy munched quietly watching him spread the new straw down on the freshly raked dirt. He pulled the bag down from Amy’s face, unbuckling it and removing it from her face, only to hang it on a hook outside the stall. Amy whinnied in protest, but the boy didn’t seem to care much if she had been finished or not.

He disappeared again, Amy quietly hoping he’d bring her something to drink while she used her hands to brush away the food clinging to her mouth. A sound of shock came from the little mare in the stall across from her. Amy smiled back at the young girl standing up in the stall, watching Amy commit a breach of the trained pony girls’ most important rules. Amy generally didn’t use her arms, letting them rest behind her back, elbow to wrist, but even with Rowan’s training and her weaker upper body; Amy forgot sometimes as a pony girl she couldn’t use her arms for anything.

Amy whinnied hello to the young mare, which stepped back and snorted in distaste at Amy. The girl couldn’t have been older than. Her dark brown eyes watched Amy with wary, her long brown hair tied into a cute set of braids. Amy wondered if her tail also had been braided. Two metal rings hung from the young girl’s dark colored nipples and another hung from the septum of her nose. She was fair skinned, a little tanner than Amy was, but not of the Waste stock, which Amy considered the guard’s ponies to be.

Chapter 3: Groomed

Tivoli returned carrying a large bucket in one of his hands and a large grooming brush in the other. Amy watched the mare’s eyes followed Tivoli with the determination Amy imagined she had when Rowan was around her. Amy felt a cold wind up her spine at the wicked jealous glance the mare gave Amy as Tivoli entered Amy’s stall.

Tivoli set the bucket down in front of Amy, who bent down while still standing up to lap the water from the bucket. She thought the water tasted old. She perked at the brush Tivoli stroked through her long blonde tail. She felt his gentle hands and strong arms pulling the tangles in her long tail and whinnied her appreciation.

Amy glanced back at the young mare that snorted and loudly stomped, tossing her head up and down. Tivoli slowed his strong strokes to look up at the young mare and scowl at it.

"I can’t believe how jealous that pony can be!" Tivoli said aloud. "Quiet down, Olivia, I’m going to finish with Amy’s grooming and then I’ll come and feed you."

Amy wondered how young Tivoli had managed to own his own mare, especially a mare foreign to the Waste. Amy didn’t know bloodlines, but she knew the young mare had not been born in the Waste. Amy turned her mind from trying to figure it out, since she couldn’t ask Tivoli as she was. She quietly hoped if Rowan saw the mare, he’d ask about it. Amy returned her thought to the pleasurable strokes of the brush through her tail, slowly making her wet. Amy fell into a trance, with his hands flushing out her tail from the base of her body to about the middle.

As the boy neared the end of her grooming, Amy recalled Rowan mentioning she could be a little grateful. Amy knew what he meant, silently feeling a smile come to her full cherry red lips. It was taboo to actually be with an animal, but if discreet, ponies could pleasure their masters with only their mouths. Apparently it was common practice. It was generally understood a stable hand or ranch hand could easily have a mare or stallion pleasure them after a long day.

Amy had at first not enjoyed having her mouth raped by any male or female who was a little horny, but she had come to enjoy the taste, especially of Rowan. She’d never had admitted it to anyone, thinking how she could explain her talents at a common blowjob. Glancing up at Tivoli’s tented pants; Amy knew she’d soon be polishing his member.

She wasn’t wrong. As he finished and put the comb down, he undid his pants. Amy turned around to face him and stare at his rather large dick, sticking straight up. Amy lowered her head slowly, licking his tender flesh before descending upon his swollen head. She sucked on the sensitive head before slowly taking him into her mouth. He gasped and held his breath as Amy worked her mouth up and down his prick, her tongue washing his length. Amy felt him stir and pumped harder with her mouth, feeling his balls pump his load into her. She felt him spray and began sucking him hard, enjoying the salty taste of him on her tongue.

Amy drew him into her mouth attempting to persuade the little left in his prick into her mouth like a straw. She licked his crotch clean and stood up swallowing the remaining cum down her throat, feeling it slide down into her stomach. Amy licked her lips and smiled at his almost euphoric expression. She heard him whisper something about his own pony being that good; he’d never bother with other mares. He fed her the carrot, Amy biting off chunks at a time before she ate the entire carrot. Finished with her, Tivoli carefully walked around her and closed the stable door, insuring her latch caught.

Amy watched him go. She felt the young mare’s eyes on her back when she turned around and lay down in the straw. She looked up at the spot where her halter rope hung, thankful for the slack he’d left her. Amy laid her head down and rolled onto her side, keeping her legs under her as she did. She hadn’t slept on the ground for almost two weeks. She’d quickly learned to sleep standing up or kneeling, something her pony body allowed with little trouble. Amy laid her head down on the soft straw, enjoying the brisk smell.

She was exhausted from the ride, the full weight of it dragging her down the moment he head touched the straw. Amy wondered how Rowan was fairing, with his mattress and probably one of the inn’s daughters in his bed. She wasn’t jealous of him taking a girl into his bed, since technically Amy hadn’t ever shared one. In Rowan’s mind, she was only an animal, a strange and very special animal, but nothing else. She wondered if he ever thought of her while fucking some whore, doubting it but enjoying the romantic notion.

Technically it would be impossible for a pony to be impregnated by a human, since they were entirely different species, regardless of how alike they looked. Amy could never bear Rowan’s children; though Rowan had often mention only the strongest and fastest stallion would do when he was ready to breed Amy’s line.

Amy pondered returning home, but decided to remain in the stall mainly out of laziness and the fact Rowan had paid for it. It would be wrong to waste his money, since it had slowly begun to dwindle since they’d met. He’d once never thought about the price of an inn and the care his mare received, Amy enjoying those early days, but he’d since learned his purse wasn’t bottomless. Habits of princehood had been difficult to break, but Rowan could almost pretend to be a well off dowryless son of some duke.

That was if she could have returned home, Amy reminded herself. The Waste effected whatever it was Amy did to return to Earth, something Amy had discovered through experimenting. The Waste’s influence on the delicate nature of her transiting from Jenova to Earth meant Amy was trapped in Jenova until she left its influence. For the past two weeks, Amy had remained in Jenova as Rowan’s pony girl unable to return to her family or friends.