April Tough Love #11

by Donny Emilio Balasco

- as found in a news group and re-edited by SirJeff



Chapter 11 - Mary


Mary Morgan, now known as Brite Eyes, stood at the door of her stall in the stable she was in, and watched the groom make her way down the line of the two dozen occupied stalls, dispensing the evening meal to all the SheFillies and SheMares, who were eagerly awaiting it.

The Groom, a woman hardly a year older than herself, removed the square tin pan from the cart she was pushing, and put it in its holder inside her stall. She could see that it was the same old same old food she had come to expect: a cored chopped apple and a couple of cups full of oat square cereal topped off with a handful of trail mix for desert. While bland it certainly filled one's stomach for the hard work of a Pony Girl on this farm saw.

Not to say Ponies didn't have time to play. Mistress Bruce, while being a strict Mistress, knew that Ponies needed a lot of TLC. So she made sure the grooms gave them a proper diet, and brushed and curried until they shone. On top of which, while this particular farm didn't have a Stallion standing at stud, the HeadMistress did allow the Ponies to pleasure each other from time to time in a way only another Pony Girl could appreciate.

Mary bent at the waist to pick up a piece of apple with her teeth, seeing as how her arms were cuffed to her sides at all times when in the stalls. She started to devour the food, in order before the groom came back in three hours time to take the tin away. Suddenly she noticed a soft sob coming from the stall next to her. One of the new shipment of Ponies, in this case a young tall thin half asian/caucasian woman about 19 years old that they delivered to the farm last week. It seemed she was having a hard time adjusting to the life she had chosen, of her own free will, as no girl was ever forced to come here. She had come to realize too late that she had gotten into more realism than she bargained for, and wouldn't be able to change her mind for at least one full year.

She finished cleaning up the food from her own tin with time to spare, and she went over to look into the other girl's stall. Mary saw that she hadn't even touched her food and was just leaning against the stall wall feeling sorry for herself.

The sight of the crying girl with the freshly styled Mohawk hairdo bought back a flood of memories of her own first weeks at the farm. Almost two years ago, Mary thought with a start! She realized that what the poor girl needed most was some companionship.

Going over to the section of fencing near her stall door, Mary squeezed through the space the Mistresses had left there for Ponies to get out of their stall in case of a fire. She got out of her own stall, went on over to the new girl's stall and entered hers in the same way.

As Mary came up behind the poor girl, who hadn't even noticed her entrance, and gently nuzzled the side of her cheek, she received quite an unexpected reaction. The girl drew away from her as if she had been burned. Mary realized the poor girl was most likely a heterosexual.

Not wanting to spook the girl any more than she already had been, Mary looked at her, then at the food in the tin, then made a chewing noise with her mouth. The girl finally realized that Mary wasn't there to hurt her, or force herself upon her, but instead understood all that Mary wanted to do for her was to make her eat her food.

Just when Mary thought she would go to it, she stopped and shook her head no. Mary decided that hetero or not, she was going to have to get the girl to eat her food in the only way left open.

As Mary bent over her pan, she took into her mouth a piece of apple and made her way over to the girl.

Obviously puzzled at what Mary was doing, she simply stood there and waited for her until they got face to face. At this point Mary leaned in close to her and made like she was going to kiss her on the lips. She finally realized Mary was trying to force feed her and tried to back away from her.

Even though she was the same height as Mary, Mary was both bigger and stronger than she was, due to the constant exercise. Soon Mary pinned her against the wall and forced her mouth to her mouth. Seeing she had lost, she finally yielded to Mary and opened her mouth to take the apple in. Mary backed away as she chewed it and swallowed it.

After repeating the process two more times she seemed to give in to the fact that Mary was not going to be denied. She simply stood there as Mary would take a mouthfull of food to her, and a drink of water every third time, and place it in her mouth. Then she would repeat the process until the tin was empty.

Mary noticed the new Pony Girl seemed a little nervous. She made her way over to her again, only this time instead of putting her mouth in her mouth, she simply leaned over until her right cheek was touching her cheek, rested her head on her shoulder. Mary felt her weight start to fully rest on the shoulder.

For a long while they stayed like that, but eventually Mary heard a noise behind her. She realized to her horror that the groom had returned for the tins and that she had caught Mary in the same stall as the new Pony Girl.

Mary turned to look at the groom in the face. The groom said "You realize Brite Eyes that you are not to be in her stall." Mary nodded her head yes. "You also know that I have to report this to the Head Groom and that you will be punished." This brought another nod from Mary. A look of kindness came to the groom's face as she said to Mary, "Well, seeing as how you understand you did wrong and that you will have to take your medicine, you might as well enjoy your little friend for tonight. Tomorrow the piper must be paid." Then she moved on down to the next stall.

That night they both snuggled together on her sleeping pad in her stall. While they both wore chastity devices, which prevented them from assuming the sixty nine position, they never the less felt quite content in the fact that they were near each other. As they drifted off to sleep Mary felt her move down and take her left nipple in her mouth and start to suckle on it. Mary leaned her chin on her new friend's head and went to sleep.