Chapter 7: Andrea

Amy woke groggy and with a massive headache. She stumbled from the bed into her bathroom. Emptying her guts into the toilet, Amy knelt there dry heaving, feeling the sickness slowly leave her. She could vaguely recall why she’d been so violently ill. Carefully standing up in the bathroom, feeling dirty, she stripped off her sweat pants.

Amy cursed her connection to Jenova, having woken before from a dead sleep to puke up her dinner. As always it left her feeling dirty, though Amy couldn’t remember why. She’d been able to write down and remember some things about the dreams that always preceded her sickness. Amy was always watching some girl rock herself back and forth on the body Amy inhabited. The girl would always turn and Amy would see her dead eyes.

Amy pushed the shower door open with enough time to purge her stomach into the toilet. She lay on the bathroom floor naked and wet, quietly breathing in and out while the water from the shower sprinkled on her. She cursed herself and slowly drew herself up using her strawberry scented body wash to clean off the dirty feeling.

After a few minutes in the scalding water, Amy emerged from the bathroom almost revived. Amy dried off. She quickly dressed in a pair of shorts and t-shirt as she heard the doorbell. Amy called out she’d be there in a moment, barreling down the stairs in long strides. Amy jumped from the landing. She marveled at how elements of her body in Jenova seemed to linger on Earth, as she landed with little trouble.

Amy turned the bolt and opened the door to find Andrea talking with a rather handsome UPS guy holding a medium sized box. Andrea was a dark haired Asian beauty with touches of her American father’s coloring. The UPS guy seemed very interested in her dress, a very low cut mini dress with lots of cleavage and very little length.

"Andrea, come in." Amy said to her friend, "I’ll sign for that!" Amy told the UPS guy who ogled like he’d walked into some teenage porn show.

Amy couldn’t argue, realizing her shirt had been a little moist and clung to her bra, showing off the white straps underneath and her shorts were clinging to her inner thighs. Amy took the clipboard and signed it, catching the guy looking at the steps where Andrea sat, her dress riding up to expose her very Victoria Secret panties. Amy scowled at her friend and took the box, closing the door on the delivery guy before he got any ideas from Andrea’s flirting.

"Do you think he’ll go beat off in the back of his truck?" Andrea asked with a smile.

"After the show you put on for him, I think he doesn’t have to beat off. I think he creamed his pants when I shut the door.

"Good. So, Amy, where have you been?" Andrea said standing up and following Amy into the kitchen.

"Well…." Amy started; trying to remember the excuse she’d given Tracy yesterday.

"And don’t give me any bullshit like you gave Tracy, she doesn’t actually care but you can’t keep lying about you seeing some guy you don’t want us all to meet." Andrea said sitting down at the counter.

"What!" Amy said dropping the egg she’d planned to break.

"I knew it, it is a guy!" Andrea said looking over the counter as Amy cleaned up the egg.
"There’s no guy, Andrea! I’ve just been visiting some old relatives outside of Orange County. I’ve got no guy on the side, I’m to busy training for the track team to be thinking about a guy." Amy said, already thinking of Rowan.

"You know Amy, you used that excuse in June when you disappeared for a week while you’re parents were out. I think you better ask your boy toy to help you think of some new ones to explain all your strange absences or let me meet him."

Amy quietly wished she could somehow bring Andrea to Jenova for her to understand where Amy disappeared to so often. Andrea was the main reason people continued to ask her where she was, in the hope Amy would slip up. Andrea seemed bent on discovering Amy’s secret, even while Amy posted her double life on the computer every chance she got. Andrea sitting there, Amy wondered how she’d look if she came to Jenova, how the Asian princess would look in a proper pony girl harness.

Amy smiled at the thought of Andrea submitting to someone else’s will for only basic needs with little return on her part. She returned to her breakfast, while Andrea changed to a less personal subject. Amy listened, wondering why she felt less interested in something that less than a year ago she’d been so deep into. Then she’d been with Andrea, dealing and collecting gossip about everyone while maintaining a very high ranking in the social structure. She’d been at the forefront of fashion and worked hard to keep up her popularity, al the while maintaining a reasonable grade, partying to the late hours of the night, and nurturing gossip about herself to keep up everyone's curiosity about her.

She hadn’t been to a party in months and the gossip generated about her wasn’t her own doing anymore - mostly things about where she vanished to for days on end. Her first transit to Jenova had created quite a stir. Amy was gone for 3 long weeks without anyone knowing where she’d gone and Amy had returned a very different person. Scrambling the eggs, Amy asked Andrea about several things she’d missed out on while enjoying her summer break in Jenova.

Andrea ate breakfast with Amy and helped her clean up the kitchen; Amy made sure nothing went bad. She cleaned out the refrigerator with Andrea’s help, tossing out a gallon of bad milk and some fruit. Amy didn’t know how long she’d be away and no clue if her parents would even think to restock the refrigerator.

"So what are you doing today, Amy?" Andrea asked while Amy slipped on her sneakers.

"Thought about going for a run, to continue training for the track team. I might get lunch later, but only something small."

"He’s an older guy isn’t he?" Andrea asked suddenly.

"Well sort of…" Amy blurted out accidentally.

"I knew it!" Andrea said with an excited tithe in her voice.

Amy flushed and began to fumble for some excuse to explain. But Andrea would have none of that, with almost concrete proof of Amy disappearance linked to some type of man. Amy had once thought about using that excuse, but knew it was more destructive than helpful, being unable to actually show Rowan to her friends unless Amy could somehow bring them to Jenova or Rowan to Earth. It was something Amy had considered, but she had enough trouble transiting alone.

"It’s a long distance relationship, isn’t it Amy? That’s why you’re never home and our friends find you in the weirdest places alone. You’re seeing him in secret and go with him to whereever he lives, right?"

"Yeah, I guess you could call what he and I have a long distance relationship." Amy said, not actually knowing where Jenova was.

"I understand Amy. But now that I know, you’re going to have to be very tricky if you don’t want little old me to catch you two." Andrea said. Amy realized she had just given Andrea a challenge that would not end until Andrea somehow met Rowan.

"Fine. Andrea, I’ll talk to you later." Amy said jogging off in the opposite direction of Andrea’s shiny BMW.

Amy ran through the tennis courts and down to the paths of the man-made lake facing her house. Amy enjoyed the run, keeping up her rhythm. She hummed the words to a melody she’d heard in Jenova, sung by some bard who’d taken a particular interest in her. Amy grinned about how she’d thanked him for his quiet serenade before Rowan had appeared.

Amy ran up into the street and along the sidewalk, as the cars raced past her. She got to wondering how Jenova would be when they finally discovered the steam engine or the internal combustion engine. What would happen to the thousands that made up the pony population? Would they be detained in small dude ranches and pony rides at carnivals or would they be incorporated into something alien to Amy’s thinking.

Amy was not surprised by that train of thought. Jenova was very much an alien world, and not only because of the ponies looking so much like humans. Amy knew the ponies were animals in the Jenovans eyes, they regularly bred ponies and sometimes butchered them. Amy had also encountered a form of magic, from certain people she’d met as Rowan’s steed. They’d been able to mend wounds and smooth scars on most animals. Amy had also discovered that on Jenova her body healed very quickly.

Amy hardly noticed that she’d run several miles, lost in thought and not the least winded. She slowed to a stop in the middle of an old road out towards the orange fields, watching the migrant workers at their jobs. They had not chosen to be poor farm workers, but fate had seen it fit for them to end up picking oranges. Amy had not chosen to be transported to another world to become some exiled prince’s animal. Yet Amy wondered if she’d been destined to become Rowan’s mare for some greater purpose. Or had she simply been drawn at random to become something less than her potential. It was hard question to ask herself. So she was thankful when she heard a loud high-pitched whistle ring through the air, interrupting.

Chapter 8: Summoned

Amy felt the light erupt around her while the surrounding air rippled; a single migrant worker noticing the disturbance. Amy had no control over it as the world distorted and flexed around her. She slipped what felt like icy water with thousands of little bubbles. The migrant worker screamed, his brain unable to process the event. His eyes were unfocused, he could not comprehend the distortion of time and space.

Moments later, when his vision returned and the pretty blonde girl was gone, he returned to his work without a second thought. Unable to comprehend, his brain simply believed he’d seen some type of mirage.

Amy felt the changes as the bubbles crafted her body to their will, Amy unwillingly submitting. She couldn’t feel the long blonde tail erupt from her back or how her feet became pretty little hooves. The moments passed like molasses, till Amy felt the water slowly drop her before her master, exactly as she had left.

Amy stood naked again, with the long halter rope around her throat, quickly regaining her bearings and footing. Rowan stepped forward catching the hanging halter rope and tugging Amy back into the stables where a wide-eyed boy stood. Amy let out a happy whinny in his direction and nuzzled Rowan with her face, licking the back of his neck, enjoying the taste of his skin.

He stroked her face and whispered he’d been worried about her. Amy remembered she’d left without warning him before transiting. He smiled at her and told her she’d be punished for making him waste money on a stall when she didn’t need one. Amy shook her head back and forth to try to dissuade him.

"Amy, my beloved, you’re not getting out of his punishment so easily and you’ll learn to appreciate when I stable you. We’ll see if you’ll disappear after I’m done with you."

Amy let out a plaintive whinny and lowered her head in defeated submission as he led her towards Tivoli. Tivoli looked at her with awe and sympathy as he led Rowan to the tack room, where Amy’s harness and equipment waited for her, freshly cleaned and oiled by Tivoli himself. Amy smelled the strong oils and leather. She tossed her head as Rowan tied the halter rope to the post, grinning, saying he didn’t want her to get away before he was done.

Tivoli sat off to the corner and watched Rowan inspect the well-oiled and polished gear. When Rowan gave him compliments on his skill, Tivoli blushed and told him he’d wanted to prove his worth to Rowan.

"Tut. Tut. Tut." Rowan said as he placed the leather harness around Amy’s waist.

Amy grunted as he drew the buckles tight across her waist, pulling it one notch further, ensuring the harness wouldn’t rub against Amy’s skin. He left the supporting straps hanging limp. When he picked up her collar, Amy obediently offered her neck to his grasp, and listened to him warn that good behavior wouldn’t help her, but wouldn’t hurt. Amy understood this and nuzzled his armpit, while he buckled the collar tightly around her throat and pulled the harness strap up between the front rings. Amy felt her breasts pushed up and pressed together as the harness worked to support them so they wouldn’t bounce while she ran.

Amy felt his hands buckling the straps around her arms, which she’d placed in a backward prayer position as opposed to the natural elbow to wrist. Her arms were pulled up a little further to just where it was uncomfortable, and tied off. A lower set of straps were pulled between her legs one into each crease of her inner thighs and pulled up around her hips, buckled against the center waist part. Amy whinnied as he tickled her behind and prepared to get her saddle on.

Rowan picked up the heavy leather saddle, which glowed with a new layer of oil and polish, and placed it on Amy’s back. She hardly made a noise about the weight as he positioned it over her lower back, leaving her bent over. He pulled the girth strap tight, Amy letting out a grunt, as he made sure the cinch was tightly buckled around her belly. He pulled the supporting straps and buckled them tightly before adjusting the hanging stirrups.

Rowan picked up the collection of straps that made up Amy’s bridle and slipped it over her head with little trouble. Amy brought her head up to help him tighten the straps around her brow and around her face. She shook her head, testing, feeling the bridle hardly move, knowing he’d put it on properly - something Amy preferred. When it was tight and secure, it didn’t move and begin to rub, causing Amy’s skin to get irritated and sore.

Amy opened her mouth obediently as he pressed the long metal bit into her mouth, until it touched the corners of her mouth, locking it into the bridle. It fell back into her mouth, a mostly round bar flattened to allow Amy to close her mouth and most of her lips while it was in. The bit was built to control her but not interfere with anything, especially eating.

Amy realized her teeth would be damaged over time by the bit and by eating grass and hay, having seen much older mares with teeth to the gum lines. Amy wasn’t worried, guessing whatever healed her body kept her teeth from getting ground down. She made a mental note to see the dentist next time she was back home. Meanwhile, she readjusted the metal intruder in her mouth while Rowan attached her reins and tossed them over the pommel of the saddle.

He loosened the halter rope and removed it from Amy’s neck replacing it with a leather lead connecting to the ring under her chin. He tied the lead to the hook he’d tied to the halter, Amy watching him pick up the heavy saddle bags and drape them over her back. She turned her head as far as the lead would allow, watching him rummage in the bags.

Chapter 9: The Triad Clamp

"I knew I had it in here somewhere." Rowan said, Amy unable to see the thing he pulled from the bag.

"What’s that, Rowan?" Tivoli asked curiously.

"The perfect device to discipline a stubborn and disobedient pony. But instead of telling you what it does, I’ll show you." Rowan said stepping around Amy.

Amy saw the small length of chain in his right hand as he made her stand up. The stirrups grazed her thighs as he touched the silver rings he’d pierced through her sensitive nipples. He allowed the length of chain to unravel in front of Amy. It split and had three different ends with small spring loaded clamps on each. Amy was more curious than wary of the length, wondering why he was arousing her nipples, making them harder than they normally were.

The spring-loaded clamp had a strange mouth with two holes on either side of it and the mouth coated with a thin rubber insert. Rowan opened the clamp and slowly positioned it over Amy’s hard erect nipple, making sure the ring through it lined up with the two holes. He led it go watching Amy tug almost violently against the lead as the clamp bit down painful on her sensitive nipple.

"This is called a triad clamp." Rowan explained as he aroused Amy’s other nipple. "It was designed to clamp and keep pressure on a mare’s most sensitive spots so she’s continually reminded of her disobedience." Amy let out another whimper as he clamped the second end over her other ringed nipple, leaving the single chain hanging down between her legs.

"The clamps are designed not to injure or even hurt the animal, just keep a steady pressure for long periods of time. They’re designed to constantly remind the pony they’re still there, which most mares don’t like. I’ve encounter a couple of mares that the trainer used the triad on for too long, and the mare simply grew accustomed to it or enjoyed it. I don’t think I’ll have to use it again after this, but a week should suffice to prove my point."

Amy felt him probing her inner thighs, slowly tugging her ringed clit out enough to have the clamp bite down on her most sensitive part. Amy whinnied and backed away trapped with the lead, not wanting the dreadful thing on her. Rowan simply tugged on her clit ring hard and Amy froze, months of training making her obediently present herself, allowing Rowan to let the clamp bite down.

Her horse like scream echoed through the stables. She backed up and moved back and forth trying to shake off the three biting intruders. Rowan stepped back, watching Amy's futile attempt to free herself and tugging at the clamps. Amy eventually grew still realizing every little movement made the chain pull her nipples and her clit. Even standing still the pain coming from her clit and nipples got worse and worse, Amy already wanted them off.

"I know it’s a bit of overkill for her, she’s one of the few mares I’ve ever had who knows when she is wrong and tries to make up for it. But I don’t want her forgetting how serious I was about disappearing and how I won't allow her to get lazy, which she has been getting in the past few weeks. One week, I doubt she’d disobey me again, so about two weeks should make her even thinking about it, though we’ll see how she acts. If she’s good I’ll consider taking it off a little early, if not I’ll ride her into the mountains with it on and see how she likes it then." Rowan said gripping Amy’s lead.

Amy felt he was being too harsh to her and snorted at him with defiance when he tugged her lead. Amy began moving and let out a pitiful whinny as the chain swung beneath her body almost painfully. Rowan had anticipated this and watched Amy come to terms with the new piece of tack, the price of her one day absence. Even Rowan thought his punishment a little overboard, especially on Amy, who was ten times smarted than the average pony. But he had decided she had been a little to independent and more than stubborn. He reasoned showing her a firm hand without whipping her bloody seemed more reasonable. Amy walked out of the stable feeling her attention divided by the triad chain and her own curiosity.

"Rowan, she’s leaking from her legs!"

Amy blushed as she realized Tivoli had been right, feeling the warm and sensual throbbing in her loins. Amy whinnied, frustrated, as Rowan slowed and tied her lead to the hitching post on the street, walking behind to touch where Amy’s juices flowed.

"Some Rohans call the control ring’s clamp, the mating clamp, since it will stimulate her to a point of release without giving her any. It is designed to break the mating cycle by getting her hot when the breeders want, so by the end of the day she’ll be ever so horny and sexually frustrated by the clamps. It’ll be interesting when I decide not to give her any release." Rowan said. Amy let out another whinny and pulled against the lead rope.

She understood what he meant, as she found herself trying to rub her behind against Rowan’s hand. Rowan simply told the boy to ignore her thrusting hips and watch her while he went to pay his bill. Amy whinnied at him as he went inside and then to Tivoli, wanting nothing else but a gentle carcass against her throbbing inner thighs. She even tried to turn around and use the hitching post, but couldn’t get the lead to give her enough slack.

After minutes of desperate struggle Amy grew still, panting from all the exertion trying to get herself off. Amy reminded herself she wasn’t some mindless pony to be taught by some stupid clamp that was slowly driving her nuts. She was a teenage girl in a rich white yuppie neighborhood who did not wear triad chains on her private parts.

She stared at the ground, deciding to return home, desperately trying to visualize the light and the air ripples, which followed. Amy shifted the chain, breaking her concentration. As she waited for it to stop swinging, Amy knew she was defeated, hanging her head and waiting quietly at the hitching post. Tivoli watched her with a sad expression.

She stood there for several minutes, growing impatient and frustrated by her throbbing nipples and clit, pulling at her lead anxiously. Tivoli walked up to her and began stroking Amy’s quivering body, his hands gentle against her skin. Amy pressed her body against his hand, trying to maneuver it towards the centers of sensation, but Tivoli simple stroked her back and face. Amy nuzzled him and licked his fingers as he touched her face gently. It was the least she could do for the boy who’d cared for her and showed her some pity, keeping her mind off the chain hanging between her body.

Chapter 10: New Shoes

Amy heard the inn door open, grateful for the highly specialized sense her pony girl body seemed to utilize. She looked up at Rowan, hoping to get moving - maybe she’d not notice the chain’s pressure while being ridden. Rowan smiled at Amy, telling her they were going to the market place before they left Iron Heel. She whinnied her agreement and watched him unhook the lead from the ring under her chin.

Amy gritted her teeth as Rowan put his foot in her left stirrup, resting his whole weight on her back as he pulled himself up. She grunted as he swung himself into the saddle and settled himself into his well-worn seat. She turned around obediently at the signal of the reins and with a click of his tongue and a gentle pressure against her side, she was off at a casual walk. Rowan said his farewells to Tivoli on horseback after asking for the proper directions.

Rowan rode his pony down the cobblestone streets slowly, following the general flow of the carts and people walking towards the center of the walled city. Amy kept her eyes on the road, allowing Rowan to guide her through the alien streets and sidewalks. She wasn’t in any condition to think about where she was going with the chain swinging back and forth between her legs, the tugging combined with the pressure making Amy want to walk around in circles. Rowan’s signals and her training forced her to endure, Amy unsure how she’d make it two weeks with the triad chain on.

The market place was huge with the crowds gathered around as merchants worked to sell their wares to everyone. Amy spotted dozens of ponies harnessed to the merchants' wagons, quietly enjoying themselves. Amy turned left as Rowan led her to a sidewalk and dismounted, leading her by foot into the huddled masses. She noticed she wasn’t the only saddle pony girl in the crowd as Rowan led her towards food supplies.

Rowan bartered and bought dried fruits, meats, and several other preserved foodstuffs, carefully packing them away into the saddlebags. Slowly walking the length of the market place, Rowan bargained for a bag of oats, for when they reached into the mountains of the Waste. Amy heard a seller mention another town along the Winter Road leading into the mountains, Rowan paying him for the information and a new map.

It would be a long trip, Amy realized, as he continued to buy clothing and other items necessary for riding into the emptiness of the Waste. Amy swatted flies buzzing around her behind while listening to Rowan talk shop with a large blacksmith.

Amy was roused from her reverie as Rowan and the blacksmith came over, his eyes giving her a quick run over. She felt him walk behind her and when Rowan tapped her leg, she obediently raised her left foot as she’d been taught. The blacksmith lifted her leg up further and inspected the metal shoe on Amy’s hoof, complaining about the shoddy workmanship and the noticeable wear on it. Amy heard the blacksmith suggest a new set of shoes if Rowan didn’t want her throwing one on the way up the mountains.

Rowan listened to the blacksmith's proposed price, and argued he’d get a better deal outside the marketplace. The blacksmith simply shrugged and told Rowan if he wanted inferior shoes on such a beautiful mare, he could, but he didn’t recommend it. Rowan asked what he meant about his mare being so special she needed his craftsmanship when she’d toss the shoe in 6 weeks of heavy riding.

The blacksmith pointed to Amy’s legs and hooves, explaining how the hoof on Amy was designed and how Amy walked with her weight on the single toe and her "ankles". Rowan listened to the blacksmith mention it was worth it if he wanted this mare to make it another year in his care.

Rowan conceded and paid the blacksmith the required fee, telling him he’d be back in an hour for his mare. The blacksmith nodded and tugged Amy’s reins, leading her further into his shop, where he tied her reins to a post in the middle of the room. Amy tugged the reins. He told her to calm down while he worked on her shoes.

Amy watched him pick up a hammer and a crowbar device, and come behind her with another strange device. She felt something slip around her foot and suddenly Amy stood on one foot while the blacksmith sat down next to it. Amy felt him shove the crowbar against her old shoe and use the hammer on the nails. Amy winced as he pounded off the shoe and pried it off her foot, tossing it into a corner. He repeated the same process with the other foot, then he went over to his workshop.

Amy found her stance with only hooves uncomfortable. She watched him working in the shop, feeling very left out as he ignored her plaintive whinnies for attention. Amy often forgot on Jenova she was regarded as a stupid animal that needed constant supervision. Amy was spoiled in that Rowan usually gave her a certain freedom others hadn’t allowed her. During her time with Rowan from their first meeting, he’d treated her of something of an equal.

Amy didn’t have to glance down at the device between her legs to know Rowan was trying to assert his power over her. Amy sometimes forgot that on Jenova he was the master and she was the one being mastered. She didn’t even have to remember the mark upon her ass, where Rowan had branded her with his royal seal, marking her as his property. He’d caught her, trained her, and could sell her to anyone if he wished, Amy having absolutely no say in the matter.

Amy jerked as she looked up to see the blacksmith busy banging the metal he planned to use on her hooves into the proper shape. Trips to the blacksmith were a regular event, to replace her shoes every six to eight weeks. Amy vaguely missed the blacksmith she’d met her first four months in Jenova, while Rowan had been busy training her. The old blacksmith, Demarco, had distracted Amy while shoeing her and had given her sugar cubes after he’d finished.

She grinned at the idea of Demarco yelling at Rowan for bothering with the triad chain, knowing the old man would have taken Amy’s side, while respecting Rowan’s idea about reminding her who was in charge. She found herself agreeing with Rowan’s choice to remind her of her place, but desperately wanted the chain removed from her once private parts.

The blacksmith walked over with the two still glowing shoes in a pair of tongs and set them down on the stone next to Amy. The heat spooked her, recalling vivid memories of her branding and piercing at Rowan’s hands. The blacksmith worked quickly, setting the shoe into place. As he began to hammer the nails into place, Amy wanted the warm feeling to go away. She tugged at her reins, wanting to move away as soon as he dropped her freshly shoed foot to the stone floor. Amy listened to the clink of metal against stone while the blacksmith deftly nailed the second shoe into place.

He untied her reins and let her out of the workshop to a small hitching post within the building. Amy winced at the sound of her hooves on the stone floor. Then the blacksmith investigated the triad she wore. She felt his fingers pulling at the chain and pulling the clamps out, watching Amy squirm and whinny in pain. He smiled at her discomfort and slapped her on ass a few times, telling her she’d better be a good girl.

Amy would have given him a dark glare if she could have turned her head around. But he had walked back out the door to proposition another potential customer. Amy stood hitched to the wall, falling into a dazed trance and a light doze; having learned ponies could sleep upright.

Amy woke to Rowan’s hand tapping her backend, Amy obediently lifting up her foot for him to inspect. Amy nickered as he talked about the blacksmith not lying about his work, Amy wishing she could tell what a good shoe was by just look. He let her hoof down and opened the saddlebags to pack the supplies he’d bought for the journey.

The blacksmith returned just as Rowan was untying Amy’s reins from the hitching post. Amy stood in the middle of the conversation as Rowan thanked him and paid him an extra copper. The blacksmith quickly pocketed it and told Rowan he hadn’t seen a Rohan pure blood in ages, thanking him for the honor of shoeing her.